Evie walked around the island aimlessly. She was emotionally tired. When she walked back home she saw Carlos sitting on the front steps with Jay beside him. "What are you doing here?" "We're waiting for you. Did you find Mal?" "No," she said dejectedly, "Did you?" "We looked everywhere and she didn't turn up. Sorry." "I can't believe she left." Evie pouted. "You don't know that. What would she had done? Dove into the ocean? She can't even swim." Carlos had a point. She couldn't have gone far. It was practically impossible to leave the Isle. "She has to still be here." But where? The gears in Carlos' brilliant mind cranked harder looking for a solution. Mal wouldn't go back. Would she? The first visit had been traumatizing enough for them all to never return. Was Maleficent's fortress really the answer? She could've caught a boat at the docks and made her way back now knowing the obstacles. The other two could tell Carlos thought that he had cracked the code by the face he was making. Their smiles prompted him to say it out loud, but his puppy dog eyes told them it wasn't desirable. "You don't think she's...?" Jay caught on. "I'm not sure. She's your friend. Not mine." Carlos answered the unfinished question. "Think she's where?" Evie hadn't caught on as quickly as Jay. The last journey they took had been an experience no one wanted to remember. Mal had actually been decent to Evie then. Kind almost. But once they got back on the isle it was as if all development made with her was erased. They had went back to square one. It made Evie wonder if Mal was bad only on the isle. Or maybe sudden death and doom broke her bad girl image, but it restored itself back when in the "safety" of the Isle again. "Maleficent's evil fortress." Carlos finally said. The group stood silently in their own thoughts and fears not looking at each other, but they knew what expression they all wore since it was the same one.