[ When she shrugs, he looks at her intently, his eyes locked on hers. He knows he's pinning her with his stare, but he can't help it. Some instinct or brain wave or something is telling him he needs to make it clear he's giving her a way out. Maybe if she doesn't take it now, she'll never be able to get out. Or maybe she will. She seems to be made of sterner stuff than most. But still, he feels like it's important. ]

Well, you can't say that I didn't try, then.

[ He's not liking the feeling he's getting that this story is going to keep pulling both of them in until it's too late for them to get out. Maybe it's too late for him, but she doesn't have to go down with him. But it seems that she's made up her mind for now. ]

Okay, but- I saw it. I got the keys to it. I got them from- From a lady. I think she said she was acting on behalf of the guy who rents out the cabins. She seemed strange, but I just figured she wasn't used to dealing with visitors. I know I saw the island, and the cabin. I didn't imagine it, I'm sure I didn't.