[So here's the thing. When the last thing you remember is the intent to shoot yourself up with a mind-altering substance, and then suddenly you wake up in your dorm room back at school, and THEN you walk out the door and you're on the beach of a tropical island, in nothing but
swim trunks with a warm breeze hitting you in the face, you come to only one conclusion.
That you are high as a kite.
So he just kind of stands there. Staring. This might be the first time in his life he is rendered irrevocably speechless. He is completely convinced he actually DID take Refrain and this is some kind of flashback to what is supposed to be a happy memory and he SUPPOSES that should mean Kamine Island, because it was kind of fun and happy, although also complicated and a little sad, like most things in his life, and also he remembers that he has no extreme survival skills AT ALL.
But that's okay, you don't need survival skills while on a drug trip. Right?
Right.]