He moves aside for her, still looking at Neil, the smile gone. He can't fool Tom, and he never could fool Neil. And trying to put one over on Florence is out of the question. He feels weirdly naked, a primal kind of desire to get out of the light. But here is exactly where he needs to be.

"Coulda been worse," he mutters, and glances back at her. He's wished before now that she remembered them from the Island, but now he wishes most that she remembered Neil. He's not even sure quite why.