[She nods, then shakes her head, because it's still all so confusing, and it takes some effort to keep her breathing steady.]

I remember you. Everything else is still... [A breath,] I'm working on it.

[It's almost as if three lives are competing for head-space all at once. The life she lived before the storm, everything that happened after, and then the fabricated life in the forest. Facts and faces mixed and conflicted, timelines overlapping. One step at a time-]

Is this the Castle of Lions? [Then, answering her own question,] No. This ship belongs to... someone else.

[She hasn't let go of Richie's hand yet, and her eyes focus on him,] What happened?