So what’s the point, then, if we can’t be happy? Why are we doing any of this?””Oh, there’s definitely happiness,” Jack said, turning his back on the ocean and looking at her. “But it’s just...

We read about you to be with you, to walk in someone else’s shoes, to experience another life. Some of those lives are hard, and others are easy, but we’re with you every step of...

Whaaaaaat is going on?” May whispered out of the corner of her mouth.”I’m sort of comforted by the fact that I can’t figure it out,” Jack responded.

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don’t want to hear it.