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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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The tension broke - what was left of it. Really, Kari was too tired to care about walking the knife edge or the wheels of fate or whatever other stupid metaphors people used. They were friendly, so she'd be friendly back. And if they weren't, well, she'd raise the gun to her shoulder, close her eyes, and try with all her might to squeeze the trigger down. Someone would die, hopefully not her. Simple as that.

But she didn't have to worry about that. Or ghosts, apparently. Good to know. Aliens, she thought, might not be bad if her collar wasn't set to go off if she left the island. And there was a lake here, if the Loch Ness Monster showed up maybe they could eat it...

She shook her head and took a step into the cavern. And then another, and another. She walked over to a convenient boulder and sat against it. Not too close, not too far. She figured she could get off a round in two, two and a half seconds if it came down to it. She'd squeeze the trigger for one second, let off five or ten or however many rounds, then decide whether to go onto half-second bursts from there-

It was a very uncomfortable train of thought, and one she wished would stop intruding on her mind. She'd thought endlessly about it on her wanderings. Honestly, she didn't know if her firing strategy was any good. But it was something to stick to.

But now she didn't want to stick to it, and just trust people. Mizore was painting for goodness' sakes, she was probably the last person on the island who would snap and go for her throat. And the guy, he was rather curt, but not really threatening. And if she was looking for a guard while she slept, she'd have to trust them. That was the point, wasn't it?

"Thanks guys," she said simply. "I'm so tired, I've hardly slept since we got here." She grabbed the strap of the gun and made to take it off her shoulder, but choked halfway and let it fall back onto her. Quickly busying herself with her pack, she took out a bottle of water and drained its contents. She looked sadly into the empty bottle, then to the pool around the ghosts.

"Think this stuff's safe to drink?"
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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