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Awen glanced up at the sky dully. She could hazard a guess but she couldn't ever say for sure. Back where she used the live the biggest storms they used to have were snow storms and it was nothing like this at all. She shrugged a little bit adn as looked back to Antony.

"Sorry to say but I have no clue." Awen didn't mind the storm so much for herself, but Rex was already getting sick and she could only imagine what was happening to the rest of the islanders. "It's been awhile now though. I mean... bad weather can only last so long? It probably shouldn't be too much longer. I hope not anyway..."

She turned so that she was facing the side and shooted closer to the edge of the canopy. She sat with one of her legs stretched out into the rain. Slowly she stuck her arm out, palm faced to the sky, and slowly flexed her fingers. Awen though the storm was beautiful, now that she had a chance to appreciate it. She looked out as another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. She sighed a little bit and just kept staring out towards mother nature.

"You think we're stuck like this Antony?" She glanced back to the other woman briefly. "Shut out of the buildings, the comforts... easy food and all that. Think Moreau or his staff are gonna come back? Or maybe someone from the outside will find us?"

Awen started to play it hthe sand between her webbed toes. "I mean... I hadn't much though of it until Rex was coughing by the lake. I don't really mind this life so much. I mean I can catch food and I love the weather now. But... what about everyone else? These conditions are in some ways even worse than what most people on the island has been through. I mean sure... some people grew up on hte streets or had hard times back home. But in this place... there's not even hope for help. There's no doctors, hospitals... People can get sick easily. I mean, do you know how many tropical diseases there actually are? And just the wear and tear of this kind of life... I can see that at least a few people wouldn't be able to survive too long like this..."

Her voice was rather dull. It was quite a switch for Awen really, she always tried to be the optimistic one around other people. She wanted to at least give other people hope, like offering to try to swim to get help, or thinking maybe people would try to find Rex and the other guy, try to find Joli, Chubbs when they got there. Heck, Awen was still hoping maybe one of her friends would try to come to find out what's going on.

She wasn't sure what she expected from Antony. She doubt too many words of comfort would come. Maybe understanding.... maybe just something along the lines of 'we just have to live with it' or 'nothing we can do about it, might as well just suck it up and stop complaining'. She didn't know really... Maybe she didn't need to hear what the tattooed one thought. Maybe this blue haired beast girl just needed to vent her worries on someone other than fish. Awen didn't really know for sure....

Awen let out a soft sigh. It was nice the girl cared enough to show some kind of caring for Rex, even if it just was to be a "heater" and all that that implies. The rest of it didn't really help much.

She glanced at the woman from the corner of her eye and slowly stood up so she was standing in the rain. Birth control and razors. Why was Awen not so surprised. Then again Awen's more selfish reasons for wanting back did include her video games. Not too har to read there.

"Well..." She sighed a little. "Here's hoping that we can get those things back anyway. But I'm heading back h--...to the lake. If you guys need food...I'll probably be around there...."

She started walking through the sand a few steps before pausing. "Hey you guys take care." And then continued on.

Late in the night, far past midnight, at a time when only those animals whose eyes are well adjusted to the inky blackness that comes when the only light - the moon and stars- are blanketed by the thick rainclouds, the thick heavy droplets begin to slow... and then finally stop.

The buzzing of insects and birdcalls that had been all but absent during the steady drone of the falling rain slowly begin to pick up experimentally, then call out in a chorus welcoming the clear and rain-less night air.

However, the noise of the buzz and birds are soon joined by another humm. This one, however, is one that the Island has not heard in over two months. It is not the querying chirp of a cricket, or a methodical crick of a treefrog. It is a steady, mechanical humm, droll and mundane - but to some acute ears that catch its chorus that spreads across the Island from the Beach Bar to the Village to the Laboratories - it is the most welcome night noise of them all.

For those staying in the beach bar, if they are not already awake then the florescent lights that slowly flicker on probably does the trick.

In a loud resounding CLICK, the duplex doors unlock in unison.

About three hours following this, the scent of cooked food begins to spread from the now unlocked and open cafeteria.