Surreal sighed and booped her girlfriend on the nose. "No guilt," she chided. "Focus on me. Do I feel inconvenienced? I'm not."

Surreal was an angry bundle of rage, yes, because that's what kept her going most days. But Cara would get no guilt or sense of resentment from her today. Survivor's guilt, maybe, if the island decided to start picking at the scab over her mother's death, but for once Surreal's utter lack of remorse over who she was was going to be useful instead of being a handicap in dealing with other people.

"What started yesterday?"