When she first woke up, Aggie had observed that the island looked unreal, like someone's funpark version of a place. In some ways, she still thinks that, but she's also seen that the island is not so benevolent as that. There are wicked creatures and hungry monsters, whose presence is almost a relief. Better to know the dangers of the place rather than persist in a false sense of safety.

Monsters, Aggie is good at fighting. It comes of having been one herself. It keeps her wary as she sits by the campfire. The crack of a branch makes her stand, spinning around with her hands up, power surging to her fingertips.

"Stop!"