"Liz and I," she started. Stalled out. Swallowed hard. Stared up at the sky and singled out one pretty little cloud in her sight. Never mind. Talking about that blooming romance with Sparrow felt like...like something she didn't actually want to do.

She'd found a little cloth doll, jammed between her mattress and the bed's headboard. It looked as though it had been playfully hidden there. Yet another thing that only managed to confuse her. Because what if she...?

"Hey. Have you tried any of this weird-looking fruit?"