Elijah woke a few hours later.<br/><br/>He sat up and stretched his muscles, stiff from the impromptu nap on the shores of the lagoon.  Unfortunately for Elijah, the drug left his memory fully intact.  He was mildly embarrassed by his behavior, but still, that woman could have shown a little more regard.  It should have been obvious that he was not in full control of his actions.  After all, his friend just died.<br/><br/>Maybe he owed her an apology.  He certainly owed her a thanks for saving him from the Lagoon.  And maybe he would turn the table on her a little.  This would take a bit of planning.<br/><br/>Elijah traveled back to the still and collected some hooch.  A quick trip back to his hut scared up a little more "aspirin" and a little quick math in his head to put just enough aspirin in one serving of the liquor to knock her loopy, but not enough to turn her stomach.  He couldn't be certain, since his only view of her was not a wholly sober one.  Then he went to look for her...<br/><br/>...and followed her tracks to the beach on the other side of the island.  He had hoped she didn't head to that side.  That was the dangerous side.  But that was where she went, so that was where he followed.<br/><br/>She sat there with her head in her hands.  Elijah stepped near.  "Excuse me.  I think I owe you a major thank you and an apology." He offered her a bottle filled with a little liquor.  "My name is Elijah, I don't think I caught yours before.  I admit I was a bit loopy, so I could be mistaken.  Perhaps we could fill each other in on what is happening."<br/><br/>