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Jacob could sense that the group wasn't really satisfied with their answer. He wondered if they perhaps thought that Ash and Jacob would say anything that wouldn't draw suspicion long enough for them to mooch off the others. Now knowing they weren't really in a rush to leave, telling the truth wasn't really a priority as long as the two of them did whatever they could to not make waves in the small unit. Jacob wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he caught the look Janice gave him. It made him feel like he was being chastised by his mother and so he reached for the frail and thin towel, an old washcloth, to wipe his mouth instead.<br/>
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"We've heard about his place . . . the Isle." The shared looks between the crew suggested that they had heard of the island before. A small smile graced Lorraine's face, but it was Vincent and Carl who blew the lid off altogether with deep belly laughs. Jacob was almost offended, clear by the sudden tensing of his jaw as he clamped his lips shut.<br/>
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"Excuse them." Janice said with a roll of her eyes. "We have had plenty of people come through here. Some still continue on and others, I'm sure you'll see walking around."<br/>
"So, it exists?"<br/>
"Anything exists when you sue your imagination." Carl snuffed before reaching for another piece of bread. He split it with his daughter before taking a bite. "But that's just a dream. Or well – even if it is real, sounds more like the country club and I doubt we'd be invited." Jacob wasn't surprised to hear that. A place as good as the Isle seemed had to have rules, restrictions in place to make sure that it didn't become overcrowded or the right people were there; those who wouldn't stir trouble. Though, the only real difference between there and here had to be that it was simply in the middle of the ocean.<br/>
"Think about it – how are they maintaining their supplies? The amount of people they'd let on the island . . . they have to have some kind of assistance."<br/>
"Only people on <i>the Isle</i> are the rich," Vince said as he made quotation marks around the name. "And I bet it's not an island. Probably the secret bunker under the Denver Airport. Your president and senators, the musicians who sold their souls to the illuminati – they are having a grand old time, waiting for us to die off."<br/>
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The silence was thick then as an uncomfortable, possible truth, still hung in the air.<br/>
"The kids talk about it all the time. Some think about going," Leslie finally piped up.<br/>
"That's a stupid idea." Carl's concerned gaze was pulled from his daughter and back toward his wife.<br/>
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"Well, guess there is only one way to find out. There's no rush of course. we should be properly prepared and all that." Jacob had to face the reality that they had little food, water, or supplies. Sticking around was more of a necessity to become better prepared for their trip. He looked at Ash from the corner of the eye, hoping he wasn't the only one feeling weird about the situation. But by the end of dinner, he was too full to entertain the idea that Carl and Vince were nutjobs. Honestly, as his hands ran through his smooth fine hair, he had to admit that for a couple whackos, they were right. A broken clock was right at least once a day, however.<br/>
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"You guys have been too kind. We can at least offer to do the dishes?" Jacob figured the sooner they had some alone time, the quicker he and Ash could finalize their next moves.<br/>
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