Ever since Jonathan Sims dragged her from the Buried with the power of little but his skinny arms and utter disregard for his own life, Daisy world has felt like it was turned upside down and she was the only one that noticed. That sensation didn't change when she woke back up on the boat with everything different, everything— wrong. It still feels like that. It feels like she doesn't know which way is the right way up anymore, actually, with how things keep shifting in ways she never expected.

Maybe the world will never feel truly stable again. Maybe she can figure out how to keep herself steady anyway.

Daisy takes another steadying breath and then nods. "Yeah, sure. You did practically condition me to be hungry after all this— heavy emotional crap."