"You didn't do anything to me," Sam said in a tired voice. "Whatever happened, I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't have done it if I had been affected by this island whatever it is, craziness, and you weren't. But you were just as much under it as I was, and I don't blame you, okay?"

She took a big gulp of her coffee, clearing the cobwebs from her head just a little. "I told you, it wasn't what we did, but how it happened that bothers me."

This was way too serious a conversation to have on an hour's sleep, but she couldn't let him walk away under the impression she thought he was a rapist or something.