Charlotte dropped the journal as if it'd *stung* her...Before picking it up again, with a small sigh. The woman had...starved to death...amid *this* bounty? The final entries had *chilled* her, at the thought that there was *no* way off the island...As an afterthought, she picked up the looking-glass, as the lady knight took a cautious stride towards the fruit trees- Reaching out to pluck one gorgeous-looking fruit free...