Daine finds herself standing on a beach and staring at a thick, dark jungle. A thoughtful frown tugs at the corners of her mouth, and there's a faint line between her eyebrows. Something's off. Hands akimbo, she glares at the jungle for a few moments as if she expects it to account for itself. Then she turns to look behind her, and she sees the shallow lagoon and the central island. Her stomach drops. This is familiar. It shouldn't be, but it is, and the sense of wrongness intensifies.

She strides down the beach and into the water, letting it wash around her ankles. Cold saltwater would be best, but warmer saltwater does the trick as well; it's enough of a magical boost for her to feel all the People in the surrounding jungle. And that's what's wrong. Some of the minds feel normal, healthy, but some are… it's like they're sick, or something. Her frown deepens. What's wrong with them?