By four in the afternoon the sky darkened a bit as the sun hid behind some clouds and the waves started to build up mass.
At first it started as just a sprinkle, then the rain drops became bigger and started to add up. Kenneth and Ana went to the screened in back porch which faced the grave he was standing at, and both sat across from each other in over stuffed lawn chairs.
The sound of the rain falling, and the wind chimes blowing back and forth made the air cooler and everything seem clean smelling and peaceful.
They had a lot to talk about.
Kenneth told Ana that he had been staying here for almost a year, ever since the rest of them all disappeared.
He said that he saw Nicole get shot, and just stood there frozen, then they heard either Terry or Ana take off and they ran into the woods.
Kenneth told Ana they never came back, he heard the roar of boat engines...but never saw anything.
It happened so quick, he didn't have time to get the guns or even chase after them. He was just left alone...and in shock.
He said he must have stood there, starring at the body for what seemed like a good couple of hours. When he finally snapped out of it he searched the island for them...but there was no one.
The men who had killed Nicole cut all the boats loose, there was no way getting off the island. He told Ana how much he prayed that they all got away, and maybe would come back later that night...so he buried Nicole in that very spot that they sat from now, and stayed at the grave before it started raining.
There was a huge hurricane that lasted four days, he tried his best to tie everything down...but just above everything on the West side of the island was destroyed.
So he roughed it out for a week and then started to clean up once it was over.
He kept telling himself that they would come back...soon.
But they didn't, so for the past year he stayed on the island, tending to the place, visiting Nicole's grave, and waited for them.
Ana's eyes got a big as pie plates, she panicked.
"You mean...Terry and Hunter never came back?"
With strong eyes Kenneth shook his head and with that Ana broke down.
She sobbed in his arms, blaming herself over and over for four straight hours.
In his arms, with wide blood shot eyes as she cried, she told him how the men had taken her away, how they had beaten and raped her, and how she killed them all.
She was shaking now.
How she arrived at the bunker in Florida, and how she met Rhodes, and how she wasted her time with him, instead of looking for her son.
He tried to tell her that it wasn't her falut, that she was so lucky to still be alive and find him again, and how she was now going to have another baby...but it didn't work.
To her, she had killed her son.
She kept crying, telling him she waited to long and how it was her fault.
She couldn't take it in...she was the one to go first, not her baby.
She cried in his arms for almost a night until her cries started to turn more into moans and lifeless sounds, Kenneth held her in the darkness, telling her it wasn't her fault, and that he still could be alive.
She shook her head, her long beautiful blond hair hiding her face, when she snapped her eyes night and cried even harder.
Her hand went out to Kenneth and gripped his arm.
"What is it?" He asked with full concern.
"I'm going into labor." She said, and fainted.