"Well, I only saw a little part of it, on the Pacific Coast Highway," Jolie says, tilting her head up, too. Even the sun feels different. The air doesn't smell right. Not enough salt, not enough diesel. "Where my family lives. We have a little motel and diner thing, all of us worked there for a long time, and we lived in a bunch of houses on the other side of the highway. I go swimming every day in the ocean."

She looks back down and scuffs at the cobblestones of the courtyard. Half the family moved away over the past year, while she's been writing her side of things for Odd. She doesn't blame them, but she does kind of miss them.

Right now, she misses everybody, even Al. Maybe especially Al. He'd know how to get out of this mess. "It isn't a fancy beach or anything," she rambles, distracted by homesickness now. "There's a lot of rocks, and there's some cliffs further up that you can climb to. And it's tricky swimming sometimes, if you don't know where the riptides are. But it's really pretty at sunrise, you know."