Her smile turns sympathetic at the notion that she might have the sort of information that would shed some light as to why he's here - why any of them are there, really. "I'm afraid the best I've got is experience," she says. "If you can find a pattern that sheds some light on them, you're better off than me, because for the life of me, I can't figure it out," she admits.

"I arrived here in a full well, just like you. Only, when I hauled myself out alongside at least a dozen others, we were immediately caught in a rather wicked windstorm. Stranger, still? There was an air siren, as if to warn us."