For a minute, Juliet remembers the details of a dream that has her sleeping on a beach under a tarp stretched across tree limbs. As her eyes blink open she realizes that's ridiculous, she's never been on an island. Well, except for her honeymoon, but there was no beach sleeping involved.

The crick in her back wakes her up completely, and she sits up with a frown, suddenly remembering where she is. Or rather, where she isn't. Because she is on an island in a virtual stranger's home waking up on a couch that is largely uncomfortable. Running a hand through her hair she stands, looking around again as her heart beats a little faster. She's stuck, she remembers Joshua's explanation, and she goes to the door to check. She has to see this for herself now that it's daylight.

Walking outside still wearing his loaned undershirt and boxers she blinks at the island view, not quiet believing it. Too late she realizes she's not alone and she turns to look sheepishly between Joshua and the woman sitting next to him.

"Good morning. I'm sorry I didn't...mean to barge out here. I just can't believe I'm still here. That it wasn't a bad dream."