Eventually, they make it to a kitchen that seems too large for an island whose population seems to be less than ten. Evan-dressed in a pirate costume of all things-is rummaging around an enourmous fridge.

"Why are you in a costume?"

"Because it's fun."

Well alright then.

"What's there to eat?"

A huge assortment of fruit, nuts, cold meat, and breads of various graininess are pulled out, and voraciously devoured.

Well then she'll eat them, too. Looking slightly uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbles.

"Do you know where you're gonna sleep tonight?"

"Not really."

"There's plenty of room here!"

"I'm sure there is."

"You don't sound happy about that..."

"I—" She shakes her head. "I'm farther from home than I'd thought and I dunno what to do and there's a bunch of kids around me but no grownups who can say, yes, this is fine, or explain to me what the world's like, and I don't have school, and I just dunno."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Mum will be home. Eventually."

"That is not very reassuring."

"Maybe you could stay with me?"

"Where?"

"Perth."

"Oh, you don't live on the island?"

"Nope."

"Won't your parents be mad?"

"Maybe. Be better than the time she hid in my house." He gestures at Hannah with his thumb.

"Oh, so it's a habit, is it."

"Hey, I live here. And his mums both like me!"