My apologies for the unusual shortness of this chapter. I cannot promise that other chapters will be longer, but I can promise they'll be better. ^^; This chapter is kind of a bridge to narrate how Sarah is feeling about…well, you'll see.

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-Sarah-

I stormed back to the Death Lily, immediately confronted by Talia, who demanded to know if she could leave yet. I loosely waved and warned her to avoid the blonde man with a thin mustache, who was likely lying unconscious in the middle of the street. After Talia and Asher exchanged skeptical looks, they departed, leaving me alone to stomp to my room and fume.

Sprawled on my bed, I glared at the ceiling as if it were Drew--only a lot less fun to punch. That had to be a sick joke. Drew couldn't possibly know, it's not possible. I knew he was disturbed, and it seemed more likely that he would make up some cryptic-sounding statement that would make me overreact. But I couldn't be sure…he seemed somewhat more…evil…than he had in the past--er…the past before the Isla de Muerta incident. Just thinking about that made me sick…and it also made my hand gravitate to my stomach. I hoped I wouldn't have to talk to Drew again…but I knew that wish wouldn't be granted.

Somehow I drifted off to sleep and woke up, only to come on deck, or something, but I recalled none of it. When I became aware of my surroundings, I was sitting in the sun on the deck of the Death Lily (which had, while I was sleeping, I image, left the island at which Drew could be found), watching Chess and Ryan, the only two crew members who didn't regard me with suspicious (Asher), anger (Talia), or ignorance (just about everyone else), play a game of cards whilst they asked me questions about what I knew. Actually they frequently were the only people who talked to me, and therefore asked a lot of questions about the alternate past and what happened in it. I didn't mind answering--at least someone was listening.

The one thing about Talia that had pleased me was when she had said, "rain omens," The act of her mentioning it meant, simply, that she was already beginning to remember, although I wasn't sure exactly what was triggering it. I wanted to pretend it was me…but it probably wasn't. Just fate running its course. Still, I couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of her remembering. I smiled to myself, which brought about a short laugh from Chess, who was waiting for Ryan to make his move.

"What's so worth smiling about?" He asked. I shook my head and looked around. Somewhere to my left, Talia was having a conversation with Asher. Maybe this had been happening for a long time and I just never noticed it, but Talia was actually smiling at Asher, and Asher was smiling back. I wasn't sure why I hadn't seen it before, but their smiled brought about that funny feeling of realization. Aww… I thought, smiling.

Then…as I watched them talk…my smile slowly faded as something I didn't want to see emerged in my head. I think Chess was asking me something, maybe Ryan, but I didn't answer, I just stared at the couple to my left.

I had always been called moody, but this really proved it. I slowly stood up, my eyes dropping to the ground, and I barely heard Ryan say, "Did we say something wrong?" I wasn't sure if it was directed to me or Chess, but I shook my head and smiled weakly before heading back to my room.

I opened my door, stepped inside, slammed it shut, then with my back on the door, slid down to a seated position on the floor, silent tears running down my face.

I missed Jack.