Maybe I was in a car accident, she thought, looking down at her hand. Maybe that’s why my chest hurts, too. The seatbelt—no, that’s on the other side. It was weird that she couldn’t remember, but she just had a vague recollection of being on the RB-S and there was a beach—a boat accident? Did Ryan run the boat aground? Maybe that’s whose clothes were on the other bed.