I glance back at the rumpled bed, the last remaining evidence anything happened at all, and head in the direction we came from. It makes me wonder if we're the first or if others have come here, if others will after. If we will again. I don't know if it means something that she wants me to walk with her when she could have said no. I don't even know if I want it to mean anything. I mean, I know I want to fuck her again, but that's about all that's certain in my head.

For a moment, I almost stumble in the hallway; it's darker here and I think we should have turned on the lights, but I didn't want to. If there even are any. The darkness makes things easier, and I could see her well enough in the moonlight. I can see her still, and I step back to let her move ahead of me into the next room. This place seems even less real than most of the island, maybe just because it's up in a tree with an elevator and all.

"I didn't even know they made treehouses like this."