A Party:

Alex and Karl sat alone at one of the tables a little further away from the group.

"I knew we shouldn't have followed them," Alex muttered. "We weren't on that stupid plane, we don't-"

"I don't think it matters who was on the plane anymore," Karl pointed out. "Dead is dead. We're all even now."

Alex shook her head and looked up at him, darkly, lashes casting pale shadows on her cheeks. "Trust me, it matters."

Danielle walked up to them. "We're in a backyard," she said. "But I'm not sure of any way out buy the way we came.

"I don't want to go back to that island," Alex said.

Karl nodded, still think about where they were. "Looks like it's set up for a party or something. And the people living here are defiantly loaded. Look at the size of that house."

Danielle thought for a moment. "If they are going o have a party, it means people will be here soon. Lots of them."

"Maybe they're already here," Alex pointed out. We're dead, how could we tell?"

"That woman…" Danielle said, looked back at the doors the lady had come through.

"Maybe's she's dead, too," said Karl.

"No, she didn't see us. This place is different."

Alex nodded as if she understood. "The rules changed."

"Should we go?" asked Karl, "Get away from this party?"

Danielle shook her head. "I want to see who is invited, first."