"Well, I wasn't planning on living here," she replies, her smile pressed tight between her teeth as if she's trying to hold it back. As if she doesn't quite understand why it's happening in the first place.

"But for now, yes," she says. "I think so."

Now the one to lead the way, Sylvie picks her way over a few rocks and under what used to be the cabana. The ground there is clear, mostly grass and sand, and she sits down, then sighs and lies flat on her back, looking up at the sky.