The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #4

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has always been the rule.

But, uh-

Thank you.

Jarod,Jarod.

Help meI

No, Mommy, noI

- What's going on?

- Evacuation!

The storm changed course

in the night and doubled in size.

It's a devil's storm, sure enough,

the type that comes once a century.

- And it's heading for this isle.

- The bells announce the evacuation.

- Half the isle's already gone.

- They're already gone?

- The next set of bells announce the last

boat. Be on it. - But wait. I-I can't leave!

Brother Rinaldus's ordersI

Listen for the bellsI

- Save your life!

- Excuse me.

-Have you seen this woman on the island?

-No, no.

-Excuse me.Have you ever seen her?

-Mm-mmm.

- Excuse me, sir.

- No.

I'll get her, I'll get herI You hurry upI

Mom! Mom!

No, Mom-

Excuse meI Excuse me.

Where's everyone going?

Off the isle! There's a bad storm coming!

If you're smart, you'll leave too!

Weather updates I don't need, answers I do.

Does this ring a bell?

That's the archway to the Chapel of Souls.

It's up the path to where it dead-ends.

How about this man?

Have you seen him?

Vespasians speak of no visitors here.

God be with you!

Where does Adama get these

Triumvirate freaks anyway?

They make the Centre Sweepers

look like anorexic Powerpuff Girls.

You're certain about

their shift schedule, Broots?

According to Ms.Parker,they swap out every

six hours.Where's she been all day anyway?

She could at least have the decency

to risk her butt along with ours.

It's now or never, Syd.

Oh, gosh.

It's placenta

and cord blood samples...

from Brigitte

and Mr. Parker's baby boy.

Not to sound cynical or anything,

but has anybody seen that little kid lately?

- Oh, geez.

- What is it?

I am so underpaid.

Miss Parker owes me so big.

- Is that Mr. Parker's blood?

- I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood.

The only sample

of Mr. Parker's in here is semen.

Let's get

the hell out of here.

Right over there, ma'am. Over there.

Over thereI Over thereI

Can I be ofhelp, stranger?

I'm just... leaving,

like everyone else.

It's sad to be alone.

- I'm terribly sorry to intrude.

- You're not an intruder.

You're the seeker.

Shouldn't you be preparing

to evacuate from the storm?

Aren't you afraid

of what's coming?

Ocee's journey almost done.

Yours,just beginning.

Yours, full of pain.

Pain?

You've a broken heart.

You have not found...

the loved one you seek-

the woman

with the scarlet hair.

Hello.

- It's in the chapel.

- What's in the chapel?

Wait!

Tell me what you know about

the woman with the scarlet hair.

I- I saw her earlier,

but I lost her.

The one you seek...

seeks you as well.

Ocee, help me. Please.

Ocee, what's the matter?

Danger.

She's in danger- now.

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