As Gisele opens the door of her cabana, she looks right, then left, then right again. Nothing, now she starts talking to herself, because apparently so far anyway, she is alone.
Off in the distance she can hear crickets, that being the insect, not the game. Then she looks over at the other island that is near this one. It has erupted, it had been dormant for many years. Not now. As she continues to talk to herself... I cannot believe I am the only one here. What on earth is going on? Oh no... it must be this island, for it too is a dormant volcano. It has been such for many, many years. And so far, still is. Thank God.... But I don't see anyone. So I will take a look at the boat house. I cannot believe this... no boats, but one, well that is good, no....wait.... not good, for this one has a leak in it, great... See not being informed of important information is what happens when one does not attend the daily island briefing. Let me see if there are any life jackets left. Yes.. there are. Thank goodness! I am going to make it a point, to have one at the ready, just in case this island decides to display a wunderva pyrotechnic show, courtesy of Ma Nature.... Until that possibility may occur, I am going to eat a slice of Sacher Torte, which is best served with real whipped cream.