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“My head’s a mess.” I follow Greta around the market, picking up fruit to examine it before tossing a mango in the bag she’s holding open.

“I told you, didn’t I…PI…or some hot detective who can look into your disappearance objectively.” After I'm done, she puts the bag in the cart and follows me along to the next set of display shelves to pick out some bananas.

Jyeon made good on his promise to fill the apartment with food and necessities but going to an organic produce market together like this is a rare treat. All the island's fresh fruit and vegetables are shipped over to us. We rarely see anything non-seafood-related in quaint little setups like this. The whole area smells divine with the mingled scents of tropical fruits.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m getting deeper and deeper into hot water the longer we’re here. Maybe I should have some kind of episode and suddenly remember i