"I hope I'm not supposed to represent your mother with anything right now," Felicia replies, looking like the idea being Marty's mother is enough to throw herself overboard. "Also, I am trying to forget I saw any penis, so stop bringing it up."

Flying fish? She's seen stranger in dreams. Nothing is fazing her right now except that they're getting closer to the island and the clouds are beginning to darken. "Is this a recurring dream? Because I want to know what happens next."