"Oh," Joanna says, and her eyes flickering to the skyline as she pats her jacket pockets in search of her phone. While her hand reaches around, she takes the moment to check the silhouettes against what she saw the last time they were on this beach... it looks the same, no surprising absences of modern architecture.

The contents of her phone, meanwhile... seem like Garrot's describing. Notifications of missed calls, voicemails, and the image gallery is full of corrupted files.

"...It's the same here, I'm sorry to say." Would that she had better news. She pockets the phone for the moment and winces against the sunburn again, then slowly removes her jacket. Sure enough, the burns on arms and shoulders match the jacket's length, as if she's been wearing it in the sun for hours. "How long have we been sleeping...?"