I have a question. Near the end of the show Carl is sort of back and I can't figure it out, is he part of their squad again or is there just some way he keeps showing up? If he is, sorry I'll find some way to add him in and if he isn't I may find some way to add him in.who can tell. Anyway you don't necessarily have to review (though that would be nice) but could somebody please answer the question for me?

DOC:

I don't know how often I'm on Dizzy's side, but this time was definitely one of them! I mean a) there's obviously something weird going on down here, if there were that many bugs generally they'd figure out we were here and come get us, plus there's this whole equipment failure thing; b) we're supposed to be on the look out for ANYTHING and that has to mean something more than just 'be on your guard' because when you're a trooper you're supposed to ALWAYS be on your guard, it's in the contract or something; c) this girl comes out of the woods screaming bloody murder, yet I still see no bugs; d) she pretends to be unconscious so she can look us over; and finally e) now it's as though she'd just come across us on an afternoon stroll through the woods and there never really were any scary bugs chasing her, or anywhere for that matter. Overall sometimes two and two really DO add up to four. In any case Dizzy wasn't going to be the ONLY one keeping an eye on her. . .in fact, at the moment the only one of us who seemed to have let his guard down was Higgins.

"Are you OK?" he was asking her in a soft voice. "I hope I didn't hurt you."

Dizzy coughed sharply behind him, stifling a laugh.

"I'm fine," the girl said, equally sweetly. "Don't worry about it. . .um," she glanced at his helmet, "Higgins."

"Oh, yeah, well, you can call me Bobby," Higgins shrugged.

"OK," she smiled, "I'm Sandrine."

"Uh, hi Sandrine," Dizzy jumped in sounding nice but still managing to cut off and shaking the hand that was going for Higgins' arm. "Name's Flores. Friends," she tried not to stress the word too much, "call me Dizzy."

Good 'ol Dizzy, when it comes down to it she's there to protect the people who need it 95% of the time, then again I wouldn't want to be the one getting on her bad side.

"Um, hi?" Sandrine murmured, icy cold in that 'uh, was I talking to YOU?' type of tone.

"Yeah, and the guy in the marauder is Doc," Dizzy motioned at me, seemingly unperturbed, "and that's R-uh- Lieutenant Rico. Um. . ."

I groaned inwardly, if this Sandrine girl were any smarter she would have gotten the picture that we knew she hadn't just returned to the conscious world and that her health wasn't exactly what you'd call top priority. Then again, stupid or no, unless somebody did something. . .

"Her blood pressure's fine, brainwaves seem to be functioning normally, I don't really think that it's necessary that I get out and check you over, you're fine." I announced off the top of my head. I didn't need to look at my reading's they'd been fine for the past 15 minutes.

DIZZY:

I hate this! Not only do I not trust OR like this girl, but Higgins was falling for her hook, line and sinker, what did I expect? As if befriending ONE prom queen wasn't bad enough now I had another one on my hands?

"Just a little shocked, I guess," she shrugged innocently at the guys, her back continually turned to me.

"What happened?" Higgins questioned, completely sincere and concerned.

"I'm not really sure, I just saw th-this HIDEOUS creature and it charged strait at me an-and I thought I was done for," her voice cracked lightly and fake tears came to her eyes. "I've never been so scared in my life." She fell forward and wrapped her arms around Higgins neck.

"Awww," I knelt down to level my face with hers where it hung over Higgins shoulder. "And yet you chose a career that sent you to DANGEROUS wildlife reserves. Didn't even try to be an actress or anything." I shrugged and patted her back, realizing somewhere in the back of my mind that I should PROBABLY shut up and stop letting my mouth run wild. "Don't worry, Higgins here can take care of you, can't cha Higgins? No more dangerous slugs and snails near this little girl, right?"

Sandrine's eyes opened slightly just enough for her to glare at me through the slits in which she had originally surveyed us.

I leapt backwards. 'Holy shit, I KNOW I've seen eyes like that before!'

I turned my back and headed over to where Doc stood and gave him a look that could've melted the entire marauder. Doc nodded his agreement, but before he could say anything Rico approached us.

"What was that? What happened?" he asked quietly but still sternly.

"Look, I tried, I failed, lets move on," I replied. "Higgins can talk to her."

Rico and Doc both raised their eyebrows at me.

"And if she IS bad news?" Doc persisted.

"He can handle himself?" I suggested half-heartedly. "Well HE got himself into this!" I groaned, I'd already lost this one and they both knew it. I looked from Doc's expression to Rico's and back again. . . "All right, FINE." I sighed. "I'll keep an extra eye on them, but don't expect me to be nice. . . I don't see why either of YOU can't do it though."

"Doc's in a marauder he can't exactly jump out at any given time and I'm the LT," Rico replied.

"And that just speaks for itself, right?" I asked, with a smile beginning at the corners of my mouth as my dark mood lightened a little.

He shrugged, "pretty much."

I rolled my eyes. "OK, fine, I'll keep an eye on them and make sure Higgins doesn't get too involved until we know for sure she's OK. . . She is OK, isn't she Doc? No bugs in her neck or anything?"

"Nope, if it's anything it's something different," he replied.

"Yeah, who knows, maybe she's just a really flirty, manipulative bitch," I suggested. "It's happened before."

"But what are the odds it would happen on a deserted island infested by bugs?" Rico asked.

"That's what I'm worried about."