Thank goodness, a voice says in the back of her mind. The one that's always been floundering, ever since she woke up in the hospital those couple of years ago, disoriented, blank. Ever since then, it's always been a matter of finding something to do, something to fill her days, almost like she's frantically trying to write back on blank pages of a book, all in the hopes of making herself more of a person. That part of Faye is deeply buried, though, doesn't show on her face as she just smiles, smiles as if this is just an everyday thing. Which it is.

Or was. There aren't really enough people on the island to keep that rate up.

"Friday," she decides. "Some Friday. Eventually, it won't matter, Monday or Wednesday or any other, but Fridays still have their charm right now, while I'm still new."