Cycle 3

Another 5 years, another dead end. It's starting to hurt when I re-integrate after the storm. There's more, too. I knew a man who arrived on the island today. I don't see how that's possible, since we've never met before. I think he's going to die soon. I told him to be careful, and he just shrugged and looked at me with... pity?

I guess he thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am.