Barry packs a few of his things, and heads to the airport ...to make arrangements to fly to the last address posted on Facebook, in the Pacific.

When Barry arrives on the mainland, he questions around.  

Frustrated, he is about to leave ...though not knowing what his next step should be. Perhaps he had mistakenly arrived on the wrong island.

A young native girl approaches him.  Her English is surprisingly good compared to the others he had attempted to talk to, "Someone told me you were looking for someone."

The young girl says her name is Onithe Petit Jean, and she knows a place where many families go ...but most don't return. She points out to sea to an island he can't see, "I know you may not believe me, but it is out there."

Barry has no choice ...but to believe someone, "Who can I trust to take me there?"

Onithe hesitates, also wondering if she can trust him, "I have a small boat ...and I can take you there.'

Barry eagerly says, "Thank you ...but why do you think my family is there?"

Onithe winces, "Because I escaped from there?"