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Now, which book was it?
The one that had the long introduction, written by some old professor. The book was based on his work, and he decided to appraise it.
His interperatations take away from the book itself, especially if you read the interperatations first.
Jerrick didn't really like the man, but he certainly enjoyed the book. It looked at human behavior, and how it was reflected in fictional literature.

There had to be a clue there...

Emerwyn was puzzling on this as she finally went to the cafeteria. She'd been craving a good, hot cup of tea for a long time; and this thought comforted her. It meant she hadn't completely lost her human tastes yet. Of course, even the thought of eating meat made her nauseous, but that was understandable.
She made her way over, and prepared her tea. And while she was at it, the smells of the cafeteria food filled her nostrils. But none so strong as the one of the fresh, undercooked (if at all) meat. She turned around with a cup of hot tea, and scanned the area, seeking out that horrid smell.
She spotted it, and it's diner, sitting at a table. The man was hardly a man at all any more. But Emerwyn was used to that by now.
It was Zachary, in fact, the man she'd met once at the beach. It had been an awkward meeting. She had been afraid she'd frightened the man in some way she couldn't explain.
What was amazing about Zachary, though, was that he looked not like any animal she knew to exist. He had popped right out of one of her old storybooks, now even more than ever.

When she passed him, she knew it was only polite to greet him, especially since she'd already acknowledged his presence.
"Hello, Zachary," she said, with a gentle smile.

Now, Emerwyn was not expecting to be invited to sit. Maybe she had put on that she was? Well, she wasn't going to turn down the invitation. After all, a monster can only find comfort in other monsters.
So she smiled, and nodded, and took a seat across from him.

No, Emerwyn did not know that Zachary had been the one who attacked Aubrey. But, even if she had known, everyone here seemed to pose some sort of threat to her. And she was going to deal with it all on her own terms. Zachary's face did not light up in the way the carnivores' faces always did when she walked by.

"How have you been doing, Zachary?"
Their conversation last time certainly was interesting. It was when Emerwyn had first changed, and had forgotten about Ian, and nearly everything that happened to her on the Island - everything that was good, anyway.
And Emerwyn had found herself nearly gushing to Zachary, in her strange and cryptic way.

The dragon's wings really were fascinating to watch. She could only imagine just how incredible they'd be once they were completed. Of course, they might never be able to lift him off the ground.

"As well as can be expected." The cursed phrase. It was all there was to say. Completely non-commital. You didn't have to lie, and you didn't have to bleed your sorrows to a stranger.

"I suppose, I am about the same. I am doing my best not to get eaten." She smiled. "I do not think I'll have to worry about you."
"But, if I may... is everything alright? Was it - your change?"
Emerwyn did not want to pry, but it did seem that he was inviting her to ask.

She was glad. He seemed to be calmed by the fact that she did not fear him. It really made conversation easier to lay down that notion.
"It seems to be an increasingly common threat." The crazed bear-man. Could he be the same as Joli's boyfriend?

"Duvert? Do you mean Sabin Duvert? Yes, I have heard much about him. Though, I cannot say I have ever met him..."
But, she knew that he was the one Ian had contacted when she was ill. He was... well, he wasn't exactly helpful, to say the least.

"A deer. Of some variety. The majority of people I have known eat meat in some way, shape or form. It must be some cruel joke for the doctors.
And, Doctor Duvert. No. Most stories tell he is almost as cruel as the "Great Doctor Moreau" himself. And perhaps doubly as insane.

... Has he... done anything to you? Aside from the usual, I mean."

She was concerned. Why had Zachary brought him up, unless he was connected with Zach's current - discomfort?

Ian. She chose not to mention that she knew the man - more than knew him.
She simply nodded in acknowledgement.

And, she, in turn, chose not to pursue the matter. She did not consider them complete strangers, but they certainly were not at the point of sharing life stories.

Here was the question again. It brough to mind the conversation she'd had with Kaveri. She'd changed less than many people here, and had been here quite a deal longer.
"Very soon it will have been a year. I arrived early September last." She answered quite readily now, it having been brought up so recently. "I do not understand why I have not advanced as far as many of the others. A - friend," For lack of a better term, perhaps. She seems as such. "-suggested that I have been overlooked, forgotten. It is a nice thought, unplausible as it is."

"I suppose lucky might be a word for it. However, being stuck in this limbo is not enjoyable at all, either. The only benefit would be the lack of physical pain." The choice of the word 'limbo' was chosen from Pyroth. And, after what he'd said about being complete, she could not wait for it all to be over.

You don't look sick at all. Emerwyn wondered at this. She did not look sick any longer? She was getting better, then? She swallowed, and indeed, the burning in her throat had all but vanished completely.

But, what Zachary meant, she did not know. "You mean, this has happened before? To someone else?" If there were nasty side effects to having one serum sit in you for so long she wanted to know about them.
She had a strange feeling that something like this had happened to Zachary himself, but she was not going to press the matter - directly.