"Sorry," the necklace said. "There are no constants on this island. One minute you're a necklace, the next you are a man. It's all adjustment, all the time."

"Okay, it sounds like you're about to start spouting some deep philosophy," Kate cut in, emerging from her alcove in a cute top and a skirt, "So clearly it's time to go."

She held out a hand to each of them. The necklace took his easily.