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There was an attack on Moreau's fiance? What did they hope to achieve from that? Maybe they wished to barter for freedom. But Moreau didn't seem to care about anyone more than his work - not even one to whom he was engaged.
"Yes. It occured a while ago - in March, I believe. All the power on the Island was shut down, and we were all cast outside to fend for ourselves." She recalled waking up in Ian's arms, neither of them properly clothed. And Julian, the Cheshire Cat. Much had gone on in that short time, and much had changed.
She absent-mindedly touched the scars on her cheek, but did not seem distracted by this motion.
"Then it was indeed very dangerous, for there was nothing to stop the predators from obtaining their prey."

"I do not know exactly what happened. But we certainly did not end up where we did by accident. But there were rumors that the Doctor was not even on the Island."
"Yes, it was hard. Even so, I believe we all learned much from the experience."

Emerwyn rolled her sore shoulders again. She was still a little tired.

"Well, usually I -" Emerwyn stopped and thought what did she do every day? She worked on her mystery. She ate. She worked on her puzzle. She drank. She worked on findig the answer.
"I don't suppose I really do much of consequence. I do what I need to survive, and the rest of the time is spent doing what leisure activities are still available to me."

It was very difficult to speak to Emerwyn. Trying to get a straight answer out of her was like trying to get a camel through the head of a needle.

Fun... What was fun to her in the past?
"I suppose I do. Sometimes, I will write. It becomes increasingly difficult, though.
What is the most fun for me now, perhaps, is when I can run through the jungle. It is so freeing - and the breeze feels so wonderful. Especially when it is raining.
Sometimes, the world moves so fast around me that I feel as though I am moving in an entirely different time and space. It is a time when nothing else matters, only you, and the sky that has lifted you up into its midst."

"Yes, I would like that." Emerwyn smiled, and took a emptied her tea cup.

"No, not at all. But, perhaps it is time I left you to your meal. I will see you again soon, Lucas."
She got up slowly, and smiled at him gently.

"And I can be found in number eighteen." She took his hand, and gave it a small squeeze.
"Good day."

And she left again. Her hoofs clicked against the floor, her long legs' movement sweeping and graceful. Her small tail poked out of her shorts, and occasionally it would twitch. She turned one last time to wave to Lucas before she disappeared out the door, and off toward the jungle.