Olive recognizes the gravestone. It's weird, honestly, to see one here that she knows. She hasn't been here long enough that she should be able to, but there he is, Chris's brother, or at least his marker, sitting in the graveyard. She passed by it a thousand times back on the island.

"Hey, Peter," she says, quiet, and links her arm through Chris's. "Guess it's good he's here."