"Cameron, have you seen Jamie?" Shane asked the next morning, at breakfast. The pyromancer looked over his pancakes at Shane, an eyebrow cocked up. "You mean, have I seen someone who can become any animal on the planet, and is there-by almost indistinguishable from nature? No, no I haven't."
Shane frowned and went back to mulling over his literal green eggs and ham. After Jamie had taken off yesterday, Shane and Kayla has searched for him for hours, but they never found him. After a few hours of searching, Shane had had to drag Kayla back, since she was dead on her feet at that point.
He was worried what had happened to Jamie when he had been…indisposed. Ever since then, he had been distant and brooding, like he was when he first arrived on the island, if not worse. Shane couldn't figure out what had happened, but it must have been bad.
He was brought out of his reverie by Cameron asking the group, "Hey, has anyone seen Victoria?"
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Jamie sat on a piece of rock, right on the edge of the huge cliff, looking out over the water of the lake. He gazed out over the water, and a chill passed over him. He stared down at his hands, which were shaking erratically. He clenched his fists in an attempt to still them, and rubbed his clenched fists into his eyes, huffing into the air.
He had died. He had been actually, totally dead. Jamie could still remember the icy cold, how it had cast away all his pain, even the burn of his parent's death. He remembered that Arctic chill, and he craved it, craved the numbness like a morphine addict craved the needle.
He stood and looked over the side, down to the shifting waters and sharp rocks below. No one, not even Jamie, could survive a fall onto those rocks from that height. He marveled at how close death's cool embrace was. Just one, effortless step into the air…
What will happen? Tune in again next time to find out!