Morning dawns on yet another day in paradise. It really would be lovely to look upon, if that weren’t the only thing Biron gets to look upon.
C’mon, really… there’s nobody else. Just him… and after a while the days start bleeding into weeks and then months… and…
… Biron has descended into talking to himself just to keep his voice from getting all scratchy and broken.
He tells fantastical stories, about wild parties and nights with his equally rich and famous buddies and how, once ‘we’re rescued, TC’ I’m gonna introduce you to all of them. Mark my words, TC, ole buddy. We’ll be living the high life, no more of this island crap. Just you, me, and the whole world, Bud.’
Sadly, TC isn’t buying it. He’s heard all this ‘once we’re rescued’ garbage from Biron before. Plenty of times.
“So what’s TC’s problem today?”
…
“I know, Ellie, I just don’t him… he’s just so sullen and cross these days.”
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“So… you wanna join me by the fire tonight, babe?”
Yeah… Biron’s not dong so hot there, either. Ellie has started giving him the silent treatment, too. This is NOT a good sign.
And with the rainy season beginning, Biron just doesn’t time to stand there and sort through his friends’ social issues. He’s got to fish, to store up for the winter, if there is a winter. (there isn’t, but he doesn’t know that.) Still, he wished they’d confide in him a little more. It’s gong to get awfully lonely on this island with them not speaking to him or to each other.