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When they finally made it back to the shore, they both collapsed onto the soft white sand, and lay breathlessly on their backs, the sun was shining and it was evident that the hurricane had passed.

"Well honey, it looks like we made it." Karen said smiling at Will.

"I guess we did." He said smiling in return. He scooted closer to her, and squeezed her hand lightly. He felt Karen's body begin to shake, and he thought she was crying. He sat up so he could see her more clearly.

"Karen, what's wrong?" she turned her face towards him, and he saw that she wasn't crying, but laughing, laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" he asked. It took her a minute to answer, because she was laughing so hard. When she finally calmed down, she answered him.

"Well, do you remember when we took the jet out here, and at the beginning of the trip I was in the cockpit talking to the pilot?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, what I was doing was telling him the longitude and latitude of where this island was located. You see, this was Stanley's 'private' island, and he didn't want anyone to have any access to it accept for us," she began to laugh again. "So, since Stan is dead, I'm the only one that knows how to get here. No one else knows where the hell we are. We're stuck here."

"Grace and Jack know though…" Will said hoping that she would say that he was right, and that they would be fine.

"No they don't. All that they know is that we're on some island a hundred miles away from the Caribbean islands. We're not goin' anywhere Wilma."

"How the hell is that funny?" he snapped.

"Oh Honey, it's not, it's just that… even though he's dead, Stanley's still screwing me over. If he wasn't such an asshole, he would have told someone else the location of this hell hole. So, once again, because of that whale of a husband… I'm screwed again."

"But what about the helicopter, when you called for the jet to come back and get us they sent the helicopter instead, so they must know where we are right?' he said hopefully.

"Nope… I told them how to get here, and they'll never remember because they make so many trips a day that it would be impossible for them to remember it of the top of their heads, that's the reason Stan had the whole thing be so secretive, because he knew that it would work. He knew that no one would remember like that because it's so complicated. That stupid son of a bitch."

"They know the general area that we're in though, right?"
"Yeah, they know about a hundred mile span that we're in, but it could take forever to check every island in that hundred miles, so they might as well not know at all."

They were both sitting up as Karen continued to laugh. Will just stared at her, he knew she didn't think this was funny, but she couldn't deal with it any way else. As she continued to laugh she put her hand over her eyes, and quickly her laughter became tiny sobs. Will reached over to her and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried heavily into his shoulder.

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As Grace and Jack sat in the lobby waiting and hoping that their friends were okay, the man that headed the rescue parties approached them once again, they shot up in anticipation of what they might here.

"Ms. Adler, Mr. McFarland, we have some good news, the hurricane has died down, and it is now safe to send a rescue party out to save your friends." Grace and Jack hugged each other, since all of this had started it was the first glimmer of hope that they had that they were ever going to see their best friends again.

"Now, we just need to know the location of the island, and we can send out a group." Grace and Jack looked at each other in confusion.

"Umm, what do you mean their location? Don't you know?" Jack asked.

"No, the helicopter that was sent for you belonged to Mrs. Walker, not to us, we know the general area of the ocean that the island is in, but that could take weeks of valuable time to search every island in that area. We were under the impression that you being friends of Mrs. Walker knew the direct location."

"No… no we don't, well if the helicopter pilot picked us up there, then he must know right?" Grace asked.

"Presumably yes, I'll try and make the call to see if we can get any information on the whereabouts of your friends." The man walked away leaving jack and Grace in a cloud of confusion.

"Wait, why don't they know where Karen's island is?" Grace asked.

"I… I don't know." Jack said as he sat down.

Half an hour later the man came back to a still confused Jack and Grace.

"I spoke to the helicopter pilot that picked you up, and they don't know the location of the island either. Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Walker wanted to keep their island very restricted. They would tell the pilot the longitude and latitude of the island, and there was no record of it. The only people who know the exact location of the island are Mr. and Mrs. Walker. Do you have a number where we can reach Mr. Walker, so he can tell us where to find your friends?"

"Umm… he's dead." Grace said, hardly able to comprehend their situation.

"We're going to send a plane out to cruise the area to see if there are any signs of you're friends, but the situation is not looking good, I'm sorry, I'll go make sure a plane is sent out as soon as possible." He finished and then walked away.

Jack sat down and stared blankly at what appeared to be nothing, "Oh Karen, what did you and Stan do?"

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"Okay Karen, if we're going to be here for awhile we need to get ourselves together okay?" she nodded at him. "Okay, you know you're way around the island pretty well right?"

"Yeah I guess so, why?"

"Is there any freshwater anywhere?"

"Umm… yeah, there's a waterfall somewhere around here, it's where we got the water for the house."

"Okay good, very good. Now what about food, is there any source of food around?"

"Umm, yeah there are a lot of different kinds of fruits all over the place."

"Okay, good. What about…."

"Why are you asking me all of this stuff? How the hell should I know?" she whined.

"Well, you know this is your island… and it is your fault that we're stuck here anyway!" he snapped.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You and Stan couldn't tell anyone about where the hell this place was!"

"That was Stan's fault not mine! I told you that!"

"Yeah, well if you weren't such a materialistic selfish bitch, and didn't go back for you're other bag we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"

"Well, if I'm such a materialistic selfish bitch then why the hell did you come back for me in the first place?"

"Because Karen, even though I hate you, I knew that it was the right thing to do because I'm a decent person, oh wait, but you wouldn't know anything about that now would you? Hear; let me explain it to you…"

"Yeah, well if you're such a decent person then why did you lie to me, you kissed me… you kissed me letting me know that you really did care about me, but I guess that was a lie because you just said you hated me Mr. Decent!" she screamed.

"Maybe I do hate you! I should have just left you to drown in there!"

Karen's eyes widened a look of pain evident on her face. She couldn't believe what she was hearing… how much did Will really hate her?

"Maybe you should have." She said softly. Will had never regretted saying anything in his life more than he was right then.

"Karen, I… I didn't mean that…" he took a step towards her.

"Go to hell…" she turned around and walked away until she was out of Will's sight.

Will couldn't believe what he had just done. He didn't hate Karen; he didn't hate her at all. He had only said it because he was mad at their situation, he wasn't mad at her. He also didn't think that it was her fault that they were stranded. But most of all, he didn't wish that he had left her to drown, not for one minute. He was going to go after her, but he figured she wouldn't want to see him right then. He sat down on the shore and put his head in his hands, his mind a swirling mass of regret.

A few minutes later he heard a loud piercing scream coming from the distance. He jolted up… he knew that scream. He began sprinting in the direction of the scream, "Karen!"

A/N: Hey Kids! Sorry for the wait, writers block's a bitch lol, and then it was letting me post grrrrr… anyways I hope you enjoyed, review my dears!