Mathias

There was a flicker of envy in her expression as she shook her head. "I always wanted to go," she said. "I wanted... to see things. Paris and London and New York. But I got here first." It was one of the few things she really regretted about the island - not the loss of the life she'd never get to live, but all the things she'd never done and seen. Something had kept her anchored in California, and there was a pull that state had, a magnetic hold on her. She'd never got a chance to resist.