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masked by the incessant crash of the waterfall.  She found the beach easily enough, but a thick fog hung over the ocean, concealing the ship - if it was still there.
    Paige's heart sank when she reached the campground.  The landing craft had not returned, and the site had been ransacked.  The tents were gone, but a random assortment of supply crates and gadgets lay strewn about, some destroyed, others ignored.  She marveled at how much the three cavemen had carried off, and she wondered how long it would be until they returned.
    Icy fear clutched her heart.  What if Professor Donegal and Ben and the others had left for good?  What if they thought she was dead?  She tried to imagine life on the island, defenseless and alone among savages as they passed her around, nothing but a tool for their lust.
    Then a faint hum reached her ear, carrying across the water.  Paige's heart leapt at the distinct sound of an outboard motor.  A moment later, the landing craft came into view.  It held fewer people this time - a driver, Professor Donegal, and Ben.  The other two passengers were members of the ship's crew, and they held a pump-action shotgun, the butts resting on their thighs, the muzzles pointed skyward.
    She laughed with relief as the boat slid up onto the beach, but that relief drained out of her a moment later as a new thought struck her.  What would happen to Urgar and his people once word of this got out?  A vision of government helicopters swarming the island flashed through her mind - cavemen running in terror before their inevitable capture.  They would be thrown into an unfamiliar world, poked and prodded and put on display.  What kind of life would that be?
    She hurried toward the craft, a desperate lie forming in her head.
    "Professor!" Paige called as the engine quieted.  "We have to leave.  Right now."
    Professor Donegal already had one foot out of the boat, his bright blue eyes scanning the wreckage of his camp.  "Paige!  We were so worried, but we didn't dare come back after...  after whatever that was last night.  Who were those men?"
    "Russians, Professor," Paige said, hoping the urgency in her voice masked the falsehood of her words.  "Some kind of military program."
    "Wait, what?  How do you know?"
    Paige nearly screamed with frustration.  Donegal's quick, analytical mind would pick her lie apart if she wasn't careful.  "I... there were others that wore uniforms.  I think the ones that trashed the camp were drunk."
    "How many were there?  What made that awful sound last night?"
    "Some kind of alarm, I think," Paige lied.  At least this lie was more believable than the truth.  But this isn't an undiscovered island at all.  The Russians have a military installment on the other side of the ridge.  Professor, we need to go!"
    She glanced past Donegal at Ben to see if he was buying her story, but her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend now, she supposed - had the decency to look embarrassed about abandoning her.
    Donegal gritted his teeth.  "Damned Russians.  Figures.  The University will have my head."
    "They don't tell them," Paige said.  "We can say it was a barren rock, that there's nothing here.  The others will listen to you.  Nobody wants an international incident."
    Donegal grunted.  "Shit.  Get on the boat, Paige.  We'll work out what to do later, but no sense provoking them now."
    Paige hurried onto the craft, praying the fog would swallow them before a tribe of angry savages descended out of the hills to reveal her lie.  As the boat headed for open waters, she forced herself not to look back.  She said a silent prayer for Urgar, that he and his people might live in peace on the island and remember her fondly.  Her hands rested on her belly, where some deep intuition told her that she carried a part of him out into the world.
     
    The End
     
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