The next few letters were not dated, and some of the paper was warped.

My dear Beth,

I've woken up in a strange place. I'm dry now, and it seems that I floated to shore somehow. I'm on an island. There are no people here, and no land anywhere in sight. It's just me and the ocean. I still have some paper and my pen, I gave all my other letters to someone going on another boat. I hope you've gotten them. They'll think I'm dead now. Maybe I am, maybe this island is just an apparition.

I'm afraid, Beth. If I was lonely before being trapped on a remote island, and it has not helped much. I don't even know what day it is. Where am I? Is this what it looks like after you die?

-J