It had been a long day. A long, nervewracking, more than slightly disturbing day, and Veronica Mars never wanted to live another one like it. Unfortunately, the way this island worked, he figured that was a lost cause.
That didn't mean he had to like it. On the bright side, the rain had long since stopped and the sand was dry again, so he took off
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"Nothing, really. I was trying to investigate whatever this is," she admitted. "The island, I mean, not the - all of this. But it's no use when I don't know where any of it came from."
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"I mean," she continued, voice just that bit too even, "I was hoping to date the materials. Figure out when they're from, I mean! And, er -" And that was wrong, too, because somehow the syllable now made her think of William. "- that doesn't help when it could have come from anywhere. Or this world, really." And then she couldn't help it anymore, helpless in this stupid body with too much space in it. She hazarded a glance back at Sam and a rueful smile. Oh God.
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