A few hours later, deserted island…

"Okay, any luck finding the raft?" Trevor asks.

"Yeah, I found about a third of it hanging in a tree." K8lynn says.

"Fuck!" Trevor mutters before feeling something under his left foot and looking down, seeing the flare gun and picking it up, laughing slightly.

"Are you sure about shooting that? Michael did tell me that you shot someone's eye out once with a flare gun." Skye says.

"Yeah, first time we met… and besides, we're gonna need to eat and those ration packs aren't gonna last us more than 2 days." Trevor says.

"Ration packs which, by the way, you made an excellent choice on." Skye says, Trevor seeing her eating some chicken flavour noodles out of one of the packs.

"I used to eat those as a kid… alright, step back, keep an eye out for a coast guard boat!" Trevor says, Skye and K8lynn doing so.

"So what was the deal with him screaming at thin air earlier?" Skye whispers.

"People have gone nuts from being stranded, just be thankful he hasn't found a volleyball and named it Wilson." K8lynn whispers, Skye snickering and making Trevor glare at them.

"Hey, I said keep an eye out for the coast guard, not reference Cast Away!" Trevor says, K8lynn squinting slightly as she looked out towards the west.

"I… wait a minute, there's… is that a ballast?!" K8lynn says, pointing through the trees towards a point further along the coast… and it did look like the mast to a boat.

Despite K8lynn and Trevor shouting after her, in a fit of desperation, Skye ran through the trees towards the edge of the cliffs… there was about 30 meters of sand between the cliff edge and the water line, and in the shallows, there was a rusty, beaten up old Marquis yacht, the sails long since collapsed and the paintwork all flaking off. By the time Trevor and K8lynn reached the cliff edge, Skye was already halfway to the yacht.

After the sand, it was only a short swim of a few meters until Skye climbed up on the boat. The steering wheel had fallen off and, judging by the amount of rust, the boat had been there for at least a decade.

"Does it work?!" K8lynn shouts.

"Might do! Hang on a sec!" Skye shouts back, looking around until she found the hatch in the floor which led to the engine. Managing to open it, the engine was exposed and she examined it for a few moments before returning to the outside deck. "Battery's gone and it's all clogged up with sand inside!" She shouts.

"I'll go get the battery from the plane!" Trevor shouts before running off.

"K8lynn!" Skye shouts, K8lynn looking at her. "Engine may be a far shot, but this thing is loaded with stuff, can you give me a hand?!" She shouts, K8lynn putting the stuff she was carrying down on the sand, pulling off her T-shirt before she swam over… but when she was halfway there, she and Trevor both heard Skye screaming inside the yacht.

"Skye?!" K8lynn calls as she climbed up on the yacht, looking around inside until she found Skye in the second bedroom… staring at a decomposed corpse on the double bed. The corpse's flesh was rotten and black, the bones all showing. This gave an idea of more than a decade, for the corpse to be that decomposed, the boat had to have been there for at least 15 years.

"Hey… it's okay." K8lynn says, pulling a shaking Skye into her arms.

"Was… was it someone else trying to escape Vaas?" Skye chokes out.

"I doubt it… we can't be anywhere near that island." K8lynn says as Trevor runs in, also soaked from having swam over. K8lynn nodded her head towards the bedroom, Trevor seeing the body.

"Holy fuck… that poor bastard." Trevor says. He stepped closer as K8lynn helped Skye over to one of the chairs in the kitchen area… and on the bed, he saw a small photograph, the kind that was made by the old instantly printing ones from the 80s… but what the picture was of disturbed him. It was of something that looked human, with a normal, though naked form down to the waist… but from there, it looked as though the thing had at least 10 legs, and it didn't appear to have any arms either, only scarred patches where the arms appeared to have been removed. But what was even more sickening was that by the looks of it, despite the horrifying mutilation, this thing appeared to still be alive.

Trevor picked the corpse up and tossed it out the window so as not to terrify anyone else when he and the other two got the boat running again.

Meanwhile…

"What do you think he's done with it? Burned it?" Skye asks numbly.

"More likely… thrown it into the sea…" K8lynn says before seeing something… she got up, picking up an old cassette player from the table and flicking it open, finding that there was a cassette inside it. She closed it again and pressed play… the audio was a bit damaged, but the two heard Jerry Reed - The Devil Went Down To Georgia playing from the speaker.

"Devil's in the house of the rising sun…" Skye sang softly.

"Carly get you into listening to old music?" K8lynn asks.

"Yeah, she got me into that era… then Sam got me into the country of that era." Skye says.

"If anything, I bet Carly's listening to one of Johnny Cash's last songs right now, trying to calm her nerves… but something tells me she's not only listening to it for her but for her baby." K8lynn says, Skye looking at her quizzically.

"You think that's why T was going berserk earlier? Reminded me of Homer trying to kill his family in Treehouse Of Horror 5." Skye says, unaware Trevor was in the doorway and heard her.

"I wasn't going berserk!" Trevor says.

"Not going berserk?! So you weren't yelling at an invisible child or threatening all hell to be thrown on Johnny, were you?!" Skye shouts.

"I was just… in shock, I-" Trevor says, cut off by Skye standing up.

"Don't even try to justify yourself… I'm going for a walk, alone!" Skye says before leaving the boat, swimming back to the shore and walking off into the forest.

"Great! Well fucking done, Trevor!" K8lynn shouts, getting up and looking through the cupboards in the room, finding anything she could that would be of use to them.

"I wasn't going crazy back on the shore, there was a small girl with dark blonde hair and violet eyes in front of me!" Trevor says.

"Well we didn't see her at all… now, if you want something to do, I think I saw a load of luggage cases spread across the sand a bit further up. Go crack them open, see what you can find." K8lynn says, handing Trevor the small hatchet axe that had been in the survival kit.

Trevor nodded and left, finding the cases… but as he opened them, he started muttering to himself about the girl being real.

"Oh, I am… just not born yet, pal." Trevor heard, looked and saw her sat on a small boulder in the sand.

"Piss off!" Trevor growled, opening the last case and seeing several AK-47's and ammo. "Now that's a strange place to-" He says, the hatchet being ripped away from him and tossed aside. "Hey, what the fuck?!" He yelled at the girl.

"You're not gonna ignore me! I'm right here in front of you and despite your threats, perfectly alive!" She says after slapping him, Trevor noticing the faint mixed scents of cinnamon and candy cane in which he guessed was her perfume.

"Your mother… always loved the scent of cinnamon." Trevor says.

"I know… and I do too." The girl says, Trevor standing up.

"You're not another biker, are you?" Trevor asks, seeing the girl's leather boots, similar to the ones Carly wore.

"No… racecar driver." The girl says.

"That'll scare your mom to death, she hates cars." Trevor says.

"Believe me, everyone will get their share of scares from my racing, but… as dangerous as it gets, I just can't leave it behind… it'd be like leaving behind a chunk of who I am." The girl says.

"How is she… in your time?" Trevor asks.

"Married… multiple times a mother, less of a biker after she got used to driving a family car, but… overall happy with life." The girl says.

"That's good… all I ever wanted was for her to be happy." Trevor says.

"Then let her and Johnny be what they want to be, let them live as they are… because nothing makes Carly happier." The girl says.

"You're a very… peaceful person, aren't you?" Trevor says, the girl bending down and picking up a handful of sand, letting it flow between her fingers.

"I've always had a more… in depth way of seeing things, so I'm told." The girl says as the last of the sand fell out of her hand.

"What if we… can't find a way off here? A way back… home." Trevor says.

"It's a possibility… that's the reason I'm here. I'm gonna make sure you get home… because everyone can be kind and although it may take a little while to get her full trust back, you will eventually become part of my mom's life again… and if there's any doubt in your mind, you're about to get motivated." The girl says.

"Motivated by what?" Trevor asks… moments before hearing Skye screaming from within the forest. Looking in the direction it came from, Trevor could see a thin line of trees before there was a river, then a lot more trees leading up to huge mountains where snow was covering the ground… the snow didn't exactly make sense to Trevor, being this close to the equator, but with Skye screaming in terror, that didn't matter to him.

A run through the forest and across the river took Trevor to the edge of the snowy area of the trees, where he found Skye sat down against a tree, some light snowfall landing in her hair. She was shaking even worse than she had on the boat, and Trevor's eyes widened more when he saw tears in her shirt and jeans… tears that looked almost like they were made by claws of some wild animal, blood dripping from several of them.

Trevor picked Skye up in his arms, Skye hanging onto him.

"Out of… nowhere…" Skye says, terror clear in her voice.

"What was it, Skye?!" Trevor asks, the girl watching them from a couple trees away.

"Like a… a human, but it was… like a beast… vines and leaves covering parts of him, this… thing on his back, a… a skull on a stick behind his head… I think… it wanted to…" Skye chokes out, unable to continue from the terror induced tears streaming down her face but Trevor knew what she was going to say.

Trevor held her close to him and headed back to the luggage cases, finding K8lynn there.

K8lynn didn't have to ask… she could tell right away that they needed to get off this island.