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“Thanks,” said Branwan, giving Edward a warm smile.

“I like They Might Be Giants, do you know of them? And recently I found I like Folk, like The Circle Game? Big Yellow Taxi,” she shrugged as if to say ‘new things every day, huh?’

“So…” said Branwan, slightly unsure of her self, but you never learn if you don’t step out of your comfort zone, as Obo would say, “why did you come to the Island?”

“I have an ipod, perhaps I could show you…” Branwan laughed softly, “looks like we will have to meet up again huh?

“oh, I don’t know, I’m willing to give a little benefit of the doubt to mister, ah, Moreau,” Branwan wrinkled her nose in disgust, “or rather, to Dr. Lockheart, I mean, do turtles get asthma?”

She thought for a moment, “do you think mister Moreau was born with that name? Or did he get it changed? It just seems a little clichéd.”

“Great! Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow!” She grinned.

“See!” Branwan exclaims, “They are going to cure you! They are just turning you into something in the process!”

“No, I don’t like him either, he’s too, huh!” she flicks her hair back and holds herself in a stance of self-importance, the finger tips on her right hand lightly touching her chest; a mocking mimicry of the Good Doctor. She drops her hand and continues walking.

“But don’t you think it’s funny, you know the story, The Island Of Doctor Moreau?” she tilts her head and looks at Edward.

“A thousand and one,” she says solemnly, “and I suspect you will say it a million and one times before you are done.”

Branwan tilted her head, looking at him closely, “I’d never guess what? That elephants are purple? Because I would never guess that.”

“Quite possibily,” she says and grins.

“But seriously, what wouldn’t I guess? I’m dying to know!” Branwan mock begged, clasping her hands in front of her.

“um…” said Branwan, thinking, “you’re Moreau’s long lost son, no, no, no, you are Moreau! Moreau is actually a robot and you built him and now he is trying to kill you? Moreau wrote the book and then time traveled back in time and gave it to H. G Wells? That Moreau is bald and wears a wig?” She laughed, “Come on! Tell me!”

“Aw come on!” Branwan cries, tugging on his arm, “I’m never gonna guess it, tell me!”

Pouts and looks up at him with puppy dog eyes, “at least give me a hint!”

“Come on, you’re killing me!” Branwan begged, “just one hint? Pretty please, with sugar on the top? And a cherry? And chocolate? And a plane ticket? And a giant cake? And, and, pleeeeease?