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Ian gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Tides," he said. "I'll bet the Doctor shose this island beause tides would bring any shipwrecked people here." Ian knew nothing about tides, but Moreau was smart, he had probably thought shipwrecks in the Bermuda Triangle would bring in plenty of victims, and he chose an island that the tides crossed. "That sone of a...." Ian stopped his sentence unsure of what the woman thought of the use of expletives.

Ian gave a growl-like noise. "Makes me want to hurt him. He has no right......." Ian's fist clenched then relaxed. "Hurting him'll do no good...he's too smart for that." Ian listened as Emerwyn said she was as good as dead. He nodded slowly "Better that people think you are dead then them waiting back at home for you to return. Less pressure that way." Ian winced as he thought of James, wondering if the little brother thought him dead. "I am probably known as dead by now." he sighed, he was supposed to be helping cheer up Emerwyn, not get all depressed himself. He forced a smile. "On the bright side it means you aren't always getting pestered by wayward relatives."

Lost souls That comment hit Ian like a rock. It was true. He himself was also lost, he had outwardly adapted but inwardly he wasn't quite ready to accept being stuck here. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to bring up anything painful. I don't want to be stuck here either. All my life I was searching for somewhere to belong. I really don't think here is it." Ian sighed. "I have to get back to my duplex, it's getting really quiet." That was true, the animals had stopped calling to one another, "Will you walk with me? That way neither of us get lonely?"

Ian walked leisurely towards the edge of the jungle where he knew the duplexes lay. They reached them in good time and Ian bade farewell to Emerwyn smiling and heading back to his own duplex in a rather good mood.

NEW RP

"uuuughhhnnnhh." Emerwyn leaned up against a tree, only a little ways into the jungle. She needed some fresh air. Last night was awful. After she'd left Greer's duplex, she ran home, and got sick for well over an hour. She didn't even know there was that much in her to begin with. She passed on breakfast. After last night, she didn't want to look at food ever again.
She sank down onto the grassy floor and held her stomach.
Her hand found its way to the tree she was leaning on, and began absent-mindedly picking at the bark. A large piece came off.
She inspected it, then began to gnaw on it.
Not bad...

Emerwyn looked up at the sound of the voice. She recognized it - she'd lose track of names, but never voices. This was the singer. His voice was sweet and soft.
Was his name Timothy? Yes, that was it.
She quickly dropped the bark she'd been nibbling on; she barely even realized she had been.

"Oh, hello, Timothy!" She said, as cheerfully as she could, and stood up slowly.

Emerwyn sighed heavily before speaking again. She was feeling really sick.
"I just needed a little bit of fresh air." Each sentence trailed off into barely audible sounds. She looked at his hand. "I'm not sure if I'm contagious." Of course, she didn't think she was at all, but she didn't feel like going into her theory.
"What about you? Does the Muse call you here?"

"Ironic. Just like my entire existence." Emerwyn smiled grimly.

"My thought is it doesn't matter whether you're published or not... as long as there's at least one person you make happy with your music... at least, that's how I feel when I write. But I haven't written at all since I got here..."

"Getting used to this place? I can't even fathom."