He remembered the image. Like a long lost memory. It was what the Blue Man saw. Where he had been when the two had a connection.

"Can you take me there?" Jack asked.

Greg looked at him a bit. Looked at the family.

"I'll figure out how to get back on my own," Jack added.

Greg stared into his eyes. The tired look transformed into something more inspiring. "Sure, son." Greg said. Then he told the family some words in broken Italian. They nodded. And the boat buttered towards the island.

Stromboli, Jack thought to himself. That's where he was.