Okay, she's starting to freak him out now. "It's September," he says slowly. "It's okay. Nothing happened. We don't even have access to the rest of the world. Rift doesn't let us leave Manhattan."

He walks toward the water's edge on an unknown impulse, perhaps just needing to feel it on his feet. It's been a while since he went to the beach. He misses it, kinda. Never thought he would.

Can't tell if this is Pacific or Atlantic. Probably Pacific given all the damn islands, though they're not arranged in a way that makes any sense. Do these dreams even have real Earth-based locations? Probably not.