Some time much later, when the light was turning golden, Jessica scrambled onto an area of land free of trees at the top of a hill. Cloud brushed the ground, but within a few steps of the tree line, the mist thinned and then disappeared altogether. A warm, dry breeze touched her face.
“Hey, Brian, look!”
They had arrived at the top of an escarpment, and below lay a marshy landscape. Cloud-brushed cliffs stretched to her left and right as far as she could see. Ahead, a large cloud blocked the sun, its edges ringed with light. The marsh disappeared from view in a glare reflected off the water. This looked just like . . . Yes, she remembered the vision just before the crash. That meant there would be . . . She scanned the horizon. The island, with its jagged profile, protruded from the bath
