Logan looked thoughtful for a moment, chewing his pizza and then shrugging one shoulder.

"The island is, like, its own little world. There's no voluntary in or out, it's just frozen, right? I used to think it was some kind of purgatory, but- I think maybe it's more like a drifting moment in time, right? It drifts through time lines and realities, picking things up as it goes and creating copies of those things- Those people who come and go, they don't leave their time line, if they did they'd just vanish from their lives, and I mean, that obviously doesn't happen- I mean, other people turn up for the same places who can confirm that. So maybe, like, the copies don't always get returned to the right places or times," he suggested.