Ryan had held up alright through the night, not entirely surprised by the way the rain had come down after he and Marissa had seen those clouds roll in like that. It was that, the 'he and Marissa,' that implicit we, that had kept him awake long after sleep should have set in. She was there, she'd arrived. She would live. What that meant for him, for her, for any of them, he still hadn't figured out. If she wasn't in Newport, he didn't have to go to her. The way things worked, what Summer had said, though - she still needed saving. Marissa was on the island. He almost thought he'd dreamed it all.

He'd stayed in his hut. It was grey out, inasmuch as it was a color at all. Rain was a novelty, not necessarily the good kind, and this weather made El Nino look like a spring shower. He didn't know who would be out in it, why anyone would be, but his first thought was that it was Marissa. He waited a moment, sat on the bed and collected himself. At night, on the beach, that somehow seemed right, but here, to see her here, would have been more real and less at the same time.

Standing at last, he got up and crossed to the door, pulling it open. "Lucy," he said, a little surprised to see her. "Come in, get out of the rain." She was soaked through and he couldn't really imagine why she'd be out in this weather, but that could matter later. Now he simply ushered her inside and shut the door behind her, moving off at once to find a towel or something to dry her off, get her warm. "What were you doing out there?"