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Arthur King (chasingphantoms) wrote in inpoormerit,

King nodded assent to her first statement. The graveyard he and Cooper had found had been disconcerting enough, even without the sudden appearance of the wolves. If there were graves, then there had to have been other people on this island before, people who clearly hadn't made it off. That fact was chilling enough, but at least it increased King's determination to understand what was going on and to get away from this island as quickly as possible.

"Not so far," King admitted in a tone of determination tinged with disappointment. "I'm sure I haven't talked to even close to the number of people who are here, but so far I can't find any connection between any of us, except maybe that everyone I've met so far speaks English. And that's not really much to go on, especially in today's world. If they are just random kidnappings I fail to see the point of isolating all of us, unless we're part of some sick world-wide experiment." He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his silvering hair. "But that's lunacy. By that logic it's just as likely that some rich bastard bought a private island and is conducting an elaborate prank." He took at a deep breath of sea-salted air and ran his fingers over the grains of fine, white sand. "What about you? Any thoughts?"