"We can escape." Darla ripped the news like a band-aid as Frederick added a line to his carvings outside the cave, marking three weeks. He had started to use the stones as chalk, making drawings and a calendar, soaking in the sun while Darla searched for food.

He didn't turn to her, moving his head closer to the cave's opening, blowing at his latest addition. This was the second time she had mentioned escaping. The first was when she spoke of her previous attempts. She had climbed, swam, walked, and yelled, but all in vain. No helicopters, boats, yachts, or people had ever come across this island. It was as if it didn't exist.

"I'm serious, Fred. I found a path that might lead us off this island. We just need to create a raft and—"

"What if you get hurt, Dar?"

"Well... I didn't think that far ahead," she paused as Frederick erupted into laughter.

"But it's worth a try. Would you prefer to be stuck on this island for the rest of our lives?"

"At least I know you'll be safe here, Dar."

"Fred!"

"Can we get started on today's physical therapy session?"

She huffed, gripped his arm, and threw it around her waist. He groaned, leaning his other hand against the cave as she slowly helped him off the ground.

"I've been trying so hard to get us out of this place, Fred. Please, Fred. Please."

"Tomorrow." He paused, watching as her brown eyes lit up like the night stars. "We'll leave tomorrow."