Fortunately, everyone is very happy to watch Catherine while she naps in the canoe. 

That's very nice of them!

She sleeps in the canoe and wakes up before they arrive.

"You missed lunch," the teenager says, handing her some jerky. "We're almost there."

Chew chew. "And some person there is gonna explain stuff?"

"Yeah, Lev can explain everything. He's really smart."

And they pull up to a building that is, recognizably, a prison. There's LAKE ERIE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY in front of it and everything.

"That's... a jail."

"It used to be a prison," the explanatory teenager says. "Now it's Eros."

A lot of people are milling around, doing various sorts of agriculture. No one seems to be older than their midtwenties. 

The explanatory teenager yells. "SOMEBODY GO GET LEV, WE'RE BACK EARLY AND WE HAVE A WEIRD DREAM THING."

"I'm not a dream thing," she mutters. "My name's Rebecca."

"THE DREAM THING'S NAME IS REBECCA."

Sigh.

After some amount of canoeing and busyness on the part of the people on land, Rebecca can disembark and be greeted by a short, unnervingly skinny man with dark curly hair and an aura of extreme stress. He is probably older than eighteen but not by much.

"Hi, I'm Lev, I run Eros. I hear you're Rebecca?"

"Yes, hello, nice to meet you."

"We should probably go up to my office."

"Okay - should I bring Catherine in case she gets hungry -?"

"Yes!" He makes a face at her. "She's so cute."

"Thanks!"

"Can I hold her while we walk to my office?"

"Sure!" Have a baby.

On the way to the office Lev will amuse himself by counting her one-two-three-four-FIVE six-seven-eight-nine-TEN toes.

Awwww!

Lev's office is weirdly free of paper and computers, but there are a lot of books on shelves: science fiction, economics, survivalist books, resources about the kinds of plants. 

"So, all I've heard is that you're a 'dream thing.'"

"I don't think I'm a dream thing. I don't know how I got here or where here is or why it's so postapocalyptic though. I'm from Deseret? I was at home walking the baby down the hall and then I wasn't."

"Can you tell me what Deseret is like? --Sorry, I bet you're confused, I just want to know how far back I need to start the explanation."

"Uh, Deseret's an LDS-majority country that broke off from the United States when it collapsed and is all of what used to be Utah and some extra stuff next to that too?"

"...What year are you from?"