"Alternatives were found," Wanda replied vaguely. "Some better than others. What you see before you is somehow the best of them. And what you will see if you go through that door right there would be... the way we were, I suppose. Under the sheet." She beckoned with a nod towards the spare room she used for storage. And yes, even as far as the island's tragic little reminders of home went, one's own corpse (however inorganic) was probably a strange thing to hang on to, but what the hell else was she supposed to do with it?