Some rational part of her brain told her that this was just an illusion, surely. Some trick of the island that would disappear in time. Which was more likely? That the island was playing with McCoy, or that some other force had, accidentally or purposefully, pulled the three men back in time and her through time and yet another dimension to end up here, seemingly not trampling any time lines.

But knowing this would end gave no comfort as she watched this man she'd grown to care about in his own right beg to empty air. She waited, having already raised his anger once, and did not step forward to offer a comforting touch she knew would be pushed away.