Re: [Edwards Island: End]
[It sounded a lot like orders or a mission. Gwen didn't sound like she was about to shake apart, but Marta wasn't knocked up - Felicity was pretty sure - and plans on this island survived like a paper umbrella against an onslaught. Good speech. It was really good speech. If Gwen wasn't on the scientist track, maybe she could have made debate team or something. Except it wasn't high school or college and Felicity was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that the horizon would bleed through to light in an hour maybe.]
You think we can figure out where here is when we leave it?
[It wasn't helping, but in that specific moment, Felicity's voice held high-school doubt. She hadn't mapped anything, she didn't recognize the scenery. There wasn't a black oily smear of something on the landscape to pin down the quadrant that had a body in it, like field studies in bio. But she was walking, because that was easier and it was easier still when there wasn't a dead boy to babysit. It was just walking, the gust of warm breath against cold air in silence until they hit the incline of the hill. And if law enforcement could combat the things that went bang in the night? They weren't working in Repose.]