Olivia has to think about his statement for a moment, hesitant to speak in case her answer is wrong. A greater power, calling all the shots. "If you'd told me that a few days ago, I would've never believed it. But now that I've seen the temple, the ferryman...You might be right." She glances down at the ScryWatch, yellow in color, around her right wrist. "Whatever power pulled us here certainly puts my therapist to shame."

She isn't sure where to go now, but the rest of the beach has some quiet spots. Perfect for chatting about unusual phenomenons.

"No shortage of surprises then." She takes a bite of the snowcone, processing what Kyle's said carefully. "Those first two events seem messed up. Masks, secrets, hallucinations. Those sound like a Carl Jung-themed nightmare. If that's just scratching the surface, then I guess this island party is tame by comparison."

It doesn't make things any easier for the future though. Are all islands going to be psychological tests? She's not excited about that.