[Chloe] Look! New faces!
Who: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Bunker (specifically, the cafeteria/kitchen)
When: Day 28, mid-afternoon (after A Crash and New Arrivals)
Invited: All and sundry!
Status: Complete
Chloe led the parade back to the bunker. The two new arrivals continued to banter--bicker?--like an old married couple, or at least old friends. They didn't appear to remember anything more about themselves than anyone else did, but the relationship seemed obvious in the familiar way they interacted. Occasionally John spoke English, but just as often they spoke a language that sounded like none Chloe had ever heard.
Mad Chris spoke it, though. And so did Ami, apparently. Chloe was feeling severely American, since she spoke--as far as she knew--only English. (But how many languages did I need living in the middle of Kansas anyway?) Chloe thought. It didn't help much. She hated being out of the loop--and not speaking Japanese, or this new one, didn't help.
Nobody had yet mentioned what that language was, either. She'd have to ask one of them about it.
As she walked, Chloe glanced down at her left hand. She'd burned it on the still very hot exterior of the shuttle--and watched as the bright red burn had faded to nothing in moments. Just like the small cut she'd gotten earlier. She thought about the note she'd written in her journal earlier: It's official--I'm a Meteor Freak!
Before Rodney had hacked into her laptop for her, that had meant nothing to Chloe. Now, having read her own files, she understood. She'd changed during her stint here on the island. Her eyes, her appearance, and her ability to heal. (Did my personality change?) Chloe wondered. It seemed possible, even likely, based on what she'd written about others affected by the meteorites--the "Kryptonite" she had in her possession. When she got her memory back would she recognize herself?
It was an uncomfortable question, and Chlow was happy to see the bunker just ahead. She banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.
Where: The Bunker (specifically, the cafeteria/kitchen)
When: Day 28, mid-afternoon (after A Crash and New Arrivals)
Invited: All and sundry!
Status: Complete
Chloe led the parade back to the bunker. The two new arrivals continued to banter--bicker?--like an old married couple, or at least old friends. They didn't appear to remember anything more about themselves than anyone else did, but the relationship seemed obvious in the familiar way they interacted. Occasionally John spoke English, but just as often they spoke a language that sounded like none Chloe had ever heard.
Mad Chris spoke it, though. And so did Ami, apparently. Chloe was feeling severely American, since she spoke--as far as she knew--only English. (But how many languages did I need living in the middle of Kansas anyway?) Chloe thought. It didn't help much. She hated being out of the loop--and not speaking Japanese, or this new one, didn't help.
Nobody had yet mentioned what that language was, either. She'd have to ask one of them about it.
As she walked, Chloe glanced down at her left hand. She'd burned it on the still very hot exterior of the shuttle--and watched as the bright red burn had faded to nothing in moments. Just like the small cut she'd gotten earlier. She thought about the note she'd written in her journal earlier: It's official--I'm a Meteor Freak!
Before Rodney had hacked into her laptop for her, that had meant nothing to Chloe. Now, having read her own files, she understood. She'd changed during her stint here on the island. Her eyes, her appearance, and her ability to heal. (Did my personality change?) Chloe wondered. It seemed possible, even likely, based on what she'd written about others affected by the meteorites--the "Kryptonite" she had in her possession. When she got her memory back would she recognize herself?
It was an uncomfortable question, and Chlow was happy to see the bunker just ahead. She banged on the door. After a minute it opened. "Guess what? More new faces!" Chloe announced.