There’s no way you’re ever going back to that island.
Lisa.
Dohna, I love how calm you are throughout this whole thing, but you genuinely weren’t breathing.
You can’t, end of story.
Lisa, I have history on that island.
Huh?
Look, just because you used to work there doesn’t mean-
This goes beyond Disney.
Before Disney.
Wh-
Before Disney purchased that land?
I’ve history there that spans centuries.
What?
Cultural heritage...?
You do look...
You had ancestors who lived on that island?
A tribe?
Yeah, a tribe used to live there.
What... were they called?
It’s been so very long Lisa, I can’t remember their names anymore.
You’ve heard how many of those tribes managed to get wiped out. Non-native diseases carried by non-native explorers.
Nobody there could protect them.
It was such a small tribe as well. I’m sure they’re not even a footnote in recorded history.
You don’t even have anything to remember them by?
Merely vague memories.
This was right around the cusp when guidance to nature started shifting to guidance to figures.
They worshipped a figure they could rely on for guidance.
She was described to be tall, with slender tendrils able to reach out for comfort, and her large eyes allowed everyone to see beyond themselves, beyond the material world.
...They sought a mother figure.
She sounds beautiful.
Thanks, Lisa.
I have to return to that island.
The children there. They just need guidance.
Dohna, I...
If you’re worried I’ll die on that island, then don’t.
You’ve seen me get a handle on them with your own eyes.
...
I ...
...
If you’re that passionate to get back on the island, I won’t stop you.
But, Dohna?
Yes?
I’ll always remember you if I never get to see you again.
Thank you, Lisa.
See you again soon.