"Oh, God. What's wrong with you?" Asher asked, more concerned than annoyed. The Island had obviously been fucking with the residents for the past couple of days, and maybe it wasn't done yet. He thought he and Ray had managed to fly under the radar somehow, but evidently he was wrong.

He'd spotted the bright red surge a mile away, and almost wrote it off as the Mountie dropping by to see Ray. Then he remembered that the Mountie was too busy being Cub Scout sized for that to be the case.

When he'd gotten close enough to realize it was Ray, he almost wanted to turn around and head back the way he came, but he'd continued on. Mostly just because it was a long way back to the Compound.