I listened to her story with thoughtful interest. And, when she finished, began to speak.
"Well, the fact that I didn't tell you about my suspicions of you coinciding with the air only gives further evidence to my theory."
Her eyes widened with surprise.
"I thought you told me that?"
I shook my head.
"Nope, I thought about it."
Her face seemed to cascade with the realization of my words.
"I can read minds too?"
Her stunned face turned into a smile.
"Yes, it would appear so. But, regardless, AVALANCHE wants something from us. Their job was to create a superhuman army to make the U.S. one of the most powerful countries. Even though I'm Canadian, they got a hold of me. And, what is more worrisome, this island doesn't show up on maps, the wind here feels very humid, rather tropical. I think we're in the Tropic of Cancer in the southern and western hemisphere. I think on the island of Marotiri. Though it's just a guess."
"Marotiri? Where's that?"
"A remote island near the french polynesia."
"So, we can get back?"
I look at her with a sad look on my face.
"Not sure on that, but I don't feel like trying and then finding out that I just plummet into the ocean."