"Horatio told me that I looked mature," Anne confessed to him. "I didn't know if he meant mature as in womanly, or mature in the sense people use when a woman is long past her prime. But he'd become a young child as well so I imagine that his perspective may not have been entirely objective."

Anne felt her face again, as though that would tell her what she now looked like; she already well knew the changes that the island had wrought in the rest of her body.

"Oh Ray, I desperately need to find some new clothing. Not as desperately as the other Ray, of course, for at least I have something that I can wear, but this is no longer decent at all."