"For now," Tasha said, before she could think better of it. "Maybe not for much longer."

Why the hell did I just say that, she thought. Maybe it was the pain talking. At any rate, Shane was clearly as gay as she was, and she’d surely understand. Besides, the flawed politics of the military seemed suddenly very far away. Small compared to both of them. She’d seen the blood on Shane. She’d felt her own pain.

How much could it mean, in the face of those things?

Carmen Morales

After a much needed nap that she had to convince herself it would be okay to take, Carmen had left Eva, Jenny and the third woman earlier in the evening, with promises she would return as soon as she found her sister.

There had been a few reasons she decided to go and look without the help of the others:

1. The girl whose name she still didn’t know looked pretty beat up, and once they got any information out of her and were all free to help Carmen, she would slow down the search.

2. She wanted to be alone with her sister, if possible.

3. The sexual tension between Eva and Jenny had been getting ridiculous.

4. Sexual tension between Eva and the third girl would probably have become equally ridiculous if the two talked.

5. Carmen was kind of jealous.

So she had set off on her own and, though she had been wandering for about an hour, she wasn’t worrying so much about it as she had earlier in the day. Now that everything was starting to calm down after the accident, she didn’t feel so rushed any more. As she looked, she would see small groups of people who had been reunited with those they had been trying to find, and it reassured Carmen.

Helena Peabody

Helena Peabody was asleep on the beach.

Helena had passed out, her emotional breakdown proving to be too much for her exhausted body to handle, and was still hours and hours into unconsciousness. She had been dreaming of her children, and a part of her didn’t want to wake up, for fear of not finding Wilson and Jun-Ying, or finding them dead.