When she opened the cupboard nearest the stove, Dale saw a familiar list tacked inside the door—it was the one where he'd marked what he could eat. He smiled at the memory. It seemed so long ago, yet it had only been a few days. Already, this was beginning to seem more normal than when he'd been on the beach on North Fox Island, or even before, when he was at home, microwaving a meal. It's really weird how fast people can get used to a new situation, he thought.