"Goodness," she says, the only thing she can say after that flood of information. It seems almost as though the city's brought everyone that means anything to Jamie here all at once--and maybe it had. Maybe that was the point, if the whims of Darrow could be said to have any point at all.

Rosie watches the fire for a moment, turning it all over in her mind. "When we woke up, the group I was with, it was inside this treehouse in the middle of the forest. It's where Jamie lived, before he came to Darrow. This is--" She stops herself before she says Neverland, before she lets slip the secret of Jamie's origins. "It seems we're all on the island he'd come from."