Do not collect $200

[CondorTalon]

God, had she really made an entire of the lap of the island?

((Catherine Zier continued from Freedom is a fleeting dream, an ephemeral hope, a transient wish in the wind.))

No, well... An entire lap would have implied that she walked with the coastline to one side the entire time. So, probably not. But still...

Catherine found herself back here, with all the shoes. She still didn't know why there were so many shoes, but she still wouldn't get an answer. So that question left her mind as quickly as it left. She simply sat at one of the chairs on the wooden deck, staring out into the water.

This all seemed familiar. Yep. She wasn't going near the water this time though.

The water... the lobster... the bodies.

So. Maybe it was time to really, seriously figure out what the heck her plan was supposed to be.

So far, she'd decided on: survive, which hadn't failed yet, of course; find friends... that one was a success for all of ten minutes or so before it all came crashing down, so... failure; and...

That was it, really.

What else was there? As she looked out into the water, her thoughts turned... to freedom.

What was 'free', here, where everyone was a prisoner of the making of some untouchables?

What was saving someone? Well, Lucas Brady? Escape was not a thing, here... or at least, so close to not being a thing that it might as well.

So... what was free? What was saving someone?

What had she managed to do, in her time here? She freed a lobster. She... 'freed' a few corpses. The first one barely counted, and the second one even less so. What had she actually done?

What could she even do?

Something floated in the back of her mind for just a briefest of moments.

Being free could mean... not having to worry about being on the island anymore.

Well, then, if it was impossible to physically leave the island...

Catherine stared blankly at nothing, before shaking her head.

She hadn't gotten any closer to a goal. But as she left the beach after her break, which she just decided was why she'd stopped here again, there was that little thought in her head.

It was there, beckoning her any time she thought of freedom. Of a plan.

If it was impossible to physically leave the island...

((Catherine Zier continued from This entire area is quite dank.))