[So he's only been out an hour . . . though in the dark, alone, that could feel like an eternity. Just like her nightmare. She can't pretend like she knows what the fishermen are like, but what he says makes sense.

She thinks.]

I don't know how long it's supposed to take.

[Admittedly.]

There was this guy back home . . . He was a fisherman, and I always passed him on the way to my favorite diner. I'd ask him, "How're the fish?"

. . . Kinda wish I'd listened to him more now.