Breakfast isn't anything special, though it takes longer than normal to make. I'm not used to operating by eyesight anymore, and I get distracted every few moments by something else I've never seen. The last time the island turned back the clock, I wasn't yet involved with Ellen, so it's the first I've ever seen of the place.

I walk into the kitchen with the tip of my thumb pressed against my mouth, tonguing at a knick I made accidentally when I was slicing the fruits.

"Got any bandaids?"