"Go ahead," Kate answered, dumping some of her things onto Marshall's bed. She'd make sure to move it before he came home, but for now, she needed the room. Somehow, in just a year on the island, she'd managed to gather a whole bunch of things, most things she didn't even use half the time. It was a lot like being back in Kansas, in that sense, her bedroom filled with things she didn't need.

"One of my mom's alters made it for me," she said, turning back to Hermione and sitting on the bed, nodding at the album. "She was super pissed at me, she like, attacked me in this restaurant bathroom and tried to wash my mouth out with soap." Remembering that still bugged her a little, like Alice might pop out somewhere, but without her mother, and she'd want everything to be her way. "I think it was her way of saying she was sorry. She said some pretty shitty things about me."

Some of them had hurt Kate a lot, even if she'd never admit it. But she'd also grown up a lot since then -- not past trying to light things on fire, apparently -- and she knew that her mom didn't think those things that Alice said.