"I know," she agrees, looking down, watching Carla Jean sift through the contents. Darrow, for all that she's happier here, is a hell of a lot weirder than the island in a lot of ways, the envelopes being only the beginning and there's no way to even explain all of that, no matter how hard she tries, so she shrugs a little and tries for a smile.

"It's to make the transition easier, I guess," she says. "There's a bank card and some money and there's a phone. And that card will tell you which apartment you're in." She can see Dimera written on the card and when she looks closer, she has to laugh, because this place has already figured out what Kate is sure would have taken her at least a little while longer to suggest. "That's the apartment I'm in already."