By now, Jon has also figured out that this is an island similar to Atia, and he's not happy about it. Both his sister and his sister-in-law are here, and he will have to break the news to them soon enough. And he doesn't want to have to think of what they would have to do to survive here. And how there is nothing he can do about it.

Not only that, but his memories of Atia are slowly coming back to him. Sometimes, it's a curse and it had made him do, other times, it's a face that comes back to him. Just like in this moment, as he watches a petite woman walk to a pile of pillows with a filled jug with wine. Raven hair and eyes of the palest blue he's ever seen, the sight of her pulls from his mind the memory of a passionate encounter in a back alley, against a wall where there had been torn panties and biting. The image of that moment is so vivid in his mind that Jon feels warmth spreading on his cheeks and neck. There's a name that rolls out on this tongue before he can even realize it:

"Kenzi? Is that you?"

Would she even know him?