Vick remembers all the times that her husband has spent time with their children, bonding and making memories together, of course she feels a bit jealous because they look like him, an interracial marriage between two sweethearts who once loved each other. But Vick also remembers how she took Sarah's mistake personally, when she took offense for her remark on her style as a racist one, influenced by her father and others in the village.
From outside the sun, like big yellow egg yolk, appeared in the sky and with the first beams of the sun kissing Vick‘s face the evil ghost vanished and Vick laughed about this stupid pseudo-nightmare.
The mountains were green and beautiful colored birds were flying around. From the top of a hill Sara and Michael could see the beach, were they have had found Mausi, the turtle, this morning.
As they were hiking, sara saw a wooden house. They were really tired and hungry, so they decided to take a look. ‘Hello? Anyone here?’ said sara. The house was dark and dirty .There were some shelves and some snacks on it. ‘Hi’ an old-man-voice appeared, hoarsely and deeply. He was hiding behind a shelf and crying.
Thom sat back down in contemplation and thought to himself, There's more yet to come... Please finish my story for me two children and stay safe on this island as he has with his story all these years.
