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A rustling sound preceded her, some breath of wind that moved the jungle trees, and her feelings followed her- relentless in their desires to cling and dwell to the girl. She'd walked for hours- circles, mostly, through the jungle and along the sandbar, skirting the edge of the open water before descending back into the darkness of the trees where she knew she would be alone.

It was dark, it was cold, and the fur on Emelyn's arms stood at attention to every sound and sensation that the jungle brought, but she ignored them all, and tried instead to focus her thoughts on something- anything pleasant. As she climbed up the gentle slope of the mountain, however, following the line of trees that climbed with her- she could only think of one thing. She was still alive, and was basically unharmed. Her body was healthy enough to allow her to climb in misery up the mountain, to afford her some means towards solitude and peace. Unfortunately, she knew she would have traded mental clarity for that of the body at any moment, were she given the chance to make that choice.

She wasn't going to let herself think of Ambrose- or of Moreau, or Mizzie or The Dude. She wasn't... she repeated to herself, the words narrowly escaping her breath as she came upon an outcropping of rock sticking forth from the slope. She climbed onto it, her claws scratching the surface as she got a good grip. It was a flat, cool protrudance, and she felt protected there, wrapping her arms about her knees as if to draw them into her chest.

She'd only just situated herself on the overhang when she made out the faint sound of someone coming through the treeline- those subtle sounds of footprints on rock and the rustling of fallen leaves. Em was not afraid, but her senses still went on alert, and she called into the jungle with a low voice, hoping it wasn't Ambrose.

"Hello? Someone there?"

Em narrowed her eyes in the dim light, and could pretty much see exactly the form that stood a number of paces beneath her. That, coupled with the accent on the hello, gave Em an exact mark on who it was. She only hoped she remembered the name correctly. She scrounged for a moment, before she remembered the accented pronunciation, and it came back to her.

"Joliette. Hello. We met once- I told you where the laundryroom was. ....Emelyn."

"Not at all," Em said, sliding forward on the smooth, cool surface so she could see the woman better through the darkness. "I'm just up here for the view." She spied the tripod Joliette carried with her. "I assume you are as well." She smiled, but then realized that Joli probably couldn't see her at all. She was just a disembodied voice floating through the night.

She saw the woman looking around, and guessed the source of her search.

"I'm sorry," Em said, scooting even farther forward so her legs dangled off the low overhang. "I keep forgetting that others don't have my nightvision. I'm about... ten paces up, and slightly to your right. On an outcropping of rock. You can probably see it when you get a little more out of the trees."

Em smiled- she'd gotten that feeling herself, before. "Not hardly. ...I'm surprised there's anyone up here at this hour. ...Actually," she corrected, shifting her legs to afford her more comfort, "I'm actually astounded that any of us here on the island keep bashing into each other on this island. Have you been through the place? It's immense. And yet the thirty-odd of us always seem to find one another. ...How many have you met now?"

"Oh, you came in a yacht?" Em said, interested. "Then we have something in common. ...Although truly, a motor yacht is hardly a real yacht. It's more like a trawler. Was it your own personal boat?"