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Jonathan hear Tristan Answer, "Whats?, The doctor? What happens to the doctor?" Says Jonathan, "What Type of island is this?. I don't understand!, I awoke in the island four hours ago", Jonathans answer with desesperation.

Jonathan rise from the ground, "I want an ANSWER!" Repply Jonathan, he breathed anxiously, One noticed clearly that is the first time that he pass in a situation like this.

Nicholas was completely ignoring Jonathans and his hectic shouting, he was busing himself examining the DvD collection. He was on his knees as he was doing his, his tail curling back and forth behind him.
“Ask someone else, I don’t want to explain it again”, as he said this he didn’t look back, the only indication he was paying attention to them was the fact his ears had turned in their direction. He heard the door opening, the first thought s that came to him where “Oh not someone else” as much has he like socializing now, the constant stares where getting annoying now, maybe he should go down to the beach and talk to some of the more changed Islanders, maybe he could feel more at home there.

Jonathan Hear Tristan Answer, Take a deep breath and siting again in a near chair, Jonathan close his eyes and start to massage herself near the eye zone and in the front of his head. "So... that is what happens" Say Jonathan, his tone of voice sounds more calmed, "I can't imaginate that the doctor do that... When I spoke with him... I see a Normal man... He promised me things... in exchange for help... But..." Jonathan Stops Suddenly. Something hit his mind, but he doesn't want believed, so he decided to dont say more about this.

Jonathan ups from the chair and walk in the Cat direction, "Sorry man, I didn't want to be rude, Please, forgive me", Jonathan up his hand waiting the response of the greetings. "I understand if you don't want to do it" Say Jhonatan.

"heheh.....seems like you can be downright 'catty'" uttered Tristan as he prepared for some sort of blacklash from his pun. Turning his attention to Jon, he then asked "so, why are you here? I mean, its obvious that didnt come knowing you had signed up to be the subject of an experiment"

Jonathan return to his last potition, in the chair. "Well is a Unlucky history, I'm from Chile, well... Most exactly, I came from Haiti, I'm a member of the Chilean Red Cross, I'm helping in the crisis situation of that country. Suddenly we received a notice that a necesary suplementary Cargo fall in the ocean. But near the zone that a Hurricane start to formed. So we made a rescue patrol for recover the cargo. I and my best friends are into the group, but we lost the route, the ship stop in the middle of the hurricane, I fall to the water and my best friend use the little safe boat to rescue me, the little boat don't support the Hurricane rage, The boat was destroyed, I can't say more, I don't remember what happens, only that I woke in the island" and...

Jonathan stop, only for to sneeze *Achoooua* >.<, "ugh... Sorry I forget that I'm using wet clothes". Well, That is my history, Jonathan take breath, "And you?" he ask to Tristan.

Jonathan hear the Tristan story, "That is true, at least you are alive. My mother always said that", Jonathan take some time for take more breath. "well you are right in the other things too, better get some dry clothes" Jonathan left the chair, "Thanks for the info Tristan, If you need speak with me, I like to do Yoga in the morning, So maybe you can found me in the beach o near the river, and one more thing, if you see a another boy dressed like me, please say me, I'm searching from him, His name is Marco, is my friends" Jonathan walk to the exit, Jonathan stops in the door before leave. "Adios Tristan, please say Bye to the Cat-boy of my part", Jonathan says this, and leave the room, searching from someone that can help, treating about not thinking about the future and the things that can happen in the island.

Settling back down in one of the armchairs, Tristan watched Jonathan leave the room. Once Jonathan had left he noticed how Nick seemed to have dug up a game that he hadnt noticed earlier, and had proceded to engross himself in it. Chuckling to himself Tristan pulled out his notebook and proceded to fill up page after page with notes, sketches and snippits of story. Every so often, when he came up with particularily horrible or unsavory idea he would pull out the smaller, leatherbound book and jot it down, then return the book to its pocket in his vest.