Nick let his fingers slowly and softly traced through the sand at his side as he listened. His dark eyes were on the water and even though he was concentrating on what Jeff was saying, the soft lapping of the water on the shore was still somewhat comforting. It had come to be an extremely soothing sound to him over the years, and why he spent a lot of time on the beach doing his art. No matter who you were or where you came from, it was almost like the beach was the catalyst of why people were brought here because it was so serene and sobering. "I know it's hard. I do. I've watched a lot of my friends arrive over the years, but I'm one of the ones who have been here the longest out of us all. It was a total mindfuck at first, people coming from different times, older to what I remember and all that. Coming with the horrible stories of what happened. It's just sort of become my norm now, though."

"Kurt's death... it's all only something I have heard secondhand, so I can't say I know any direct experience of it. Just what people have told me, and little pieced Kurt told me. He doesn't remember dying, though. He only remembers the last few minutes of his life. All I can say is that to you they fell apart, but to me? They came here. They started afresh and they've picked up the pieces the best they can. It takes time, but you eventually come to resolve yourself to how this place works and you find your feet. It's why the island gives you six weeks leeway on a free ride before you have to begin settling in a job or a life. You get the time to process and understand. You interact with people here, and everyone has a story. That's the biggest piece of advice I can give you. Everyone here is in the same boat. We've all been dumped here out of a confusing time in our life and forced to adjust. So, I do understand how hard it is, Jeff, but I've also been there myself and had to adjust just like you need to. And I was just sixteen when I came here. It was awful. I was scared homesick, lonely."