( That's.... very reminiscent of Trench. There was no pattern, seemingly; people just... left. They felt the pull of the ocean, and then they were gone.

She'd felt it, too. Something she couldn't just stubbornly choose to ignore, or fight against. What if that happens here, too? Or what if this time, Sharon feels it? )

I'm sorry. That... happened to me once, in a world before here. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay with my— ( the word catches ) —daughter. But it was... something I couldn't control.

I'm sure he wouldn't have chosen to leave you, either.