"I'm Jamie," I answered and I already knew who the boy thought I was. It was a strange thing, seeing my face and yet having it be so different. Elio was taller than I was and he wasn't as skinny, but he wasn't as strong either. His accent was different, too, and although I had never thought of my own voice as strange, hearing it in an American accent was a little odd. I'd lost some of my accent in my years on Peter's Island, but I still sounded like I'd come from London.

"I know I look like someone else," I said, then looked at the bedding I'd dragged onto the floor. I could no longer tell if I was tired or just frightened. I wanted to go back to the Island to get Charlie and Nod, but at the same time I was glad to be here, away from Peter. I felt selfish and cruel. I wanted to be smarter and older. I didn't know if I wanted to answer the question about why I didn't sleep in a bed. I didn't want him to think I was weird.

"What's your name?" I asked instead. Maybe I would tell him in a minute or two.