The island seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief that morning, everyone's bodies returned to normal— age, sex, and all. Claire knows that comparatively speaking, she's had little to deal with. Sure, waking up as Maxxie threw her for a loop, but the shock of it quickly pales when one considers people who had age lumped on top of everything else. Whose minds hurtled back in time, whose memories erased. If there's anything Claire can't imagine, it's the stress of that, of having forgotten lessons learned long ago. (Or, even, simply the burden of having that weight rushing in again.)

Which is why, after a minute of basking in being able to wear her own clothing again, Claire sets out to look for Chris.

If there's one thing she doesn't expect, it's to spot him sitting next to a grave.

Walking over and not saying a word, Claire sinks down to the ground next to Chris, eyes grazing over the name— and that's all she really needs to know.