Luke noticed the disappointment in her face and sighed a little. He was wished it wasn't such a disappointed story to tell, but at least it was the truth. Still, his utter failure to do anything epic or exciting with his measly 24 hours away from the island made him feel like he was letting down everyone else his age. He'd made it, after all - he felt like he owed it to all the kids trapped (he was increasingly beginning to think that that word was the most appropriate; that or "imprisoned") on the island to have a really awesome time so everyone else could live vicariously through him and be able to listen to his utterly kickass stories. Sadly, though, Luke didn't have any kickass stories. All he had were conspiracy theories, and, as important as they were, he was still hesitant to bring them up, considering how people might react. Plus, who knew if his room was bugged?
"Look... I'm sorry my story kinda sucks," he apologized. "Trust me, my plan was to do a whole bunch of kickass stuff when I finally got off the island. But they caught me freakin' fast, even though I thought I hid pretty well. I guess the most exciting part was the fact that I definitely almost drowned trying to get off the island, but obviously I survived that." Getting up from the piano, he picked up Stevie again and sat on his bed, picking the opening to "Dust in the Wind".