"Thank you," Saffron says, holding the shot glass for a moment before she knocks it back, closing her eyes against the burn. She sees the way he's looking at her, and she wishes she could just somehow make him know, make him see the friendship they used to have.

Setting the empty glass back on the bar, she looks over at him. "I kind of figured that," she replies, pausing as she looks back down at the bar. "You disappeared once on the island. When you came back you didn't remember - no one ever does. You weren't the same guy then, either. But both times, you and I were friends."