The albino girl was the only one, outside of Scott, who appeared to be at all interested in Ami's revelation about the wreck that stranded them. Ami turned to her, sliding her chair closer so she wouldn't have to raise her voice to be heard over the din. On the one hand, she found it odd that not many people seemed to care about the answer to the "how did we get here" question. On the other hand, she was relieved that it would save her from talking about a few of the things she'd learned that she didn't want to talk about until she'd had more time to mull over it.

"I'm not one hundred percent certain how long ago it was, I didn't finish my entire journal yet," Ami told the girl, desperately wishing she knew her name. She fumbled, skimming the surface of her mind and 'Pearl' sprang out. "But for what I did read, it had already been over two weeks with no promising signs of rescue."

Scott's curiosity carried over to her, and somehow knowing that he was listening as raptly as Pearl made her continue talking. "According to the pilot, the aeroplane was about 1000 miles off course, so search and rescue doesn't even know where we are. If they are looking for us, they're looking in the wrong place."