He's returned. Again. It's as much of a curse as it is a blessing, Effy's gaze quickly glancing over him for signs of injuries, for any sign of the darkness that comes right after a light is extinguished— the kind that she saw in Tony those years ago, eyes waking up dull, scared, and confused. It doesn't come, fortunately. Even if this is a dream, Effy doesn't think that she'd be able to handle it well, seeing Jason like that. She's hardly able to forget with Tony, most days. Blankly, she stares down at her hands, at the gray that creeps up her skin, cold.

"What do you mean," she breathes, brows pinching together, "what do you mean, control it? It's a dream. It's not real. This whole island... we can't stay here. Because it's not how things are supposed to be."