[ she crosses her arms over her chest, either a gesture of defense or a desire for warmth. it would be hard to determine which until she shivers, a visible tremor shaking her from head to toe. it's cold. she's cold, a fact which is incredibly alarming to her. she's cold. she doesn't get cold. caitlin's stood in a room at absolute zero and been unaffected completely.

something's wrong with this place, with this morning. with her.

he says he's only found a few other people. how can this be? where are they? but she can't linger on that train of thought. he asks about her appearance and she glances down. ] I just woke up. On a... on a beach. Which I don't understand. I don't live anywhere near a beach. And I've never seen this town before.