Smacked in the face with Reality
The sun had just dipped below the horizon as Marion trudged up the path to the compound. She was tired, dirty, famished, and in dire need of a hot shower. And on top of that, she was thoroughly frustrated.
The day she'd arrived on this Godforsaken place, after being saved by some stranger who she'd only recognize by voice and waking up in some clinic and meeting Doc House, she'd been determined to find out what was really going on. The doc had explained things to her - how they were on an island, no one knew how they all got there or where they were, and how there were people from all different times and places. She wasn't buying it, though. All she had to do was find Jones, and everything would be worked out. Right after she knocked his block off.
So she'd decided to look. She was going to look over that entire god damned island if need be, and she was going to find Jones, or Sallah, or Rene, or SOMEONE to get her the hell back to Cairo. She'd gone down to where the doc had said the extra clothes were, chucking her tattered, ocean-destroyed dress and replacing it with a pair of khaki pants, a dark blue t-shirt, and some shoes she'd found buried at the bottom of the box that fit her well enough (as well as, miraculously, a bra that fit, thank God, since she didn't really want to continue to go braless). She'd stopped by the kitchen and filled a knapsack she'd found with rations, and had set off back to the beach.
She'd walked the circumference of the island, staying mostly on the beach but cutting in and out of the jungle to look for signs that Jones or someone else had been there. About halfway around the island, however, she'd been poking around in the jungle when she'd heard a roar coming from further in. After that, she stuck almost exclusively to the beach, only daring to go a few steps into the jungle. More than once she wondered what Abner would think to see her there.
Now, she opened the door to the compound and stepped inside, resigned to her fate and faced with the knowledge that the damn doctor had been right all along. Dammit, where was Jones when she needed him?
The day she'd arrived on this Godforsaken place, after being saved by some stranger who she'd only recognize by voice and waking up in some clinic and meeting Doc House, she'd been determined to find out what was really going on. The doc had explained things to her - how they were on an island, no one knew how they all got there or where they were, and how there were people from all different times and places. She wasn't buying it, though. All she had to do was find Jones, and everything would be worked out. Right after she knocked his block off.
So she'd decided to look. She was going to look over that entire god damned island if need be, and she was going to find Jones, or Sallah, or Rene, or SOMEONE to get her the hell back to Cairo. She'd gone down to where the doc had said the extra clothes were, chucking her tattered, ocean-destroyed dress and replacing it with a pair of khaki pants, a dark blue t-shirt, and some shoes she'd found buried at the bottom of the box that fit her well enough (as well as, miraculously, a bra that fit, thank God, since she didn't really want to continue to go braless). She'd stopped by the kitchen and filled a knapsack she'd found with rations, and had set off back to the beach.
She'd walked the circumference of the island, staying mostly on the beach but cutting in and out of the jungle to look for signs that Jones or someone else had been there. About halfway around the island, however, she'd been poking around in the jungle when she'd heard a roar coming from further in. After that, she stuck almost exclusively to the beach, only daring to go a few steps into the jungle. More than once she wondered what Abner would think to see her there.
Now, she opened the door to the compound and stepped inside, resigned to her fate and faced with the knowledge that the damn doctor had been right all along. Dammit, where was Jones when she needed him?