"The island is capable of drawing visions out of thin air," Ishiah remarks, eyes narrowing as he glances more closely at the young woman, surprised by the level of emotion in her voice for something which passed by so quickly. He's seen all too many people lately who've been plagued by notions that the island put in their minds, or memories raised without warning. "Perhaps it was something along those lines. Or perhaps a memory long repressed."

He thinks of Caliban as well, years gone from his life without any recollection at all. People hide from themselves, Ishiah thinks, when it's too much to process.