"Was kinda distracted that weekend," Eliot said. "Hell, I'd like to remember what I said about screwin' up my damn leg." Like when he'd said it would happen. Or how. Or why he didn't have the doctors take the thing off so he'd have his mobility back with one of those bionic things they were developing now. "And I didn't say you had to come to the island." He would really prefer if she came back to the island. "I didn't say you had to stay gone, neither. I said you need an exit strategy. If that means backin' off to Burbank or somethin' so you can reassess, then that's what it means. You can't always see the whole of picture of a thing when you're in the thick of it. Take that from a guy who knows."