Hello, Chris McLean.
How are things?
You know, on the other island?
Are you enjoying the fame?
I'm sure you are.
Everyone's talking about you.
About the kids you left to die. But they don't know.
Negative attention, or positive attention.
You are a wicked man, Chris McLean.
A manipulative, wicked man.
Who will not think twice about his actions.
Now, it's time to pick up where it began.
The Island.
Go on, you're almost there.
Was it really easier to travel by boat?
You'd think so, it's the only way you could've gotten there right?
Doesn't matter, looks like you're already here.
Back exactly where you stayed, it's cute actually.
You leave them all behind, then you show back up again.
Like some sort of stray dog trying to find it's way home.
Trail the sand, and walk the grass, doesn't matter.
They're already waiting...
Ah, the shadow figure darting through the trees?
Haha, you've already seen her Chris.
She's upset at you.
You've ruined everything for her, thanks a lot.
Who is she? You ask, Well that's for only us to know
And you to find out.
But let's put it at this
It's gonna be a looong couple of weeks.
Because you got some really unhappy campers.
And no way off of the island from this point on.
Good luck Chris.
Say a prayer.
And hope you last until the end.
