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Cabin Fever. There was no better way to describe it. Seeing as Ed's last venture outside since falling ill had resulted in a run-in with a certain ex-con, he hadn't been to terribly eager to repeat that venture until the weather cleared up

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Dustin had decided that today was a day for exploring, again. He wanted to try and get further down the island, farther than he had gotten in the past few days.

He left the compound dressed in his yellow tank-top and jeans, equipped wih sandals. When there was sand, the sandals came out.

Dustin was looking down at the ground as he walked and happened to glance up to see someone mark a tree. He was curious, so he stopped and stared.

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In his looking around, it wasn't uncommon that people often came into his line of sight. However, on this occasion, Ed noticed that this one guy was not just going about his own business. He was.. staring.

Ed blinked. "You gonna say hello, or just stand there?" he asked, crossing his arms. What the hell was he STARING at, anyway?

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Dustin was shaken out of his reverie by the stranger's voice.

"Oh, dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude or anything." He grinned sheepishly. He had gotten lost in his thoughts. "I was just wondering what you were doing. I'm Dustin, by the way." He had moved closer and stuck out his hand.

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Ed rapped his knuckles on the tree, just below a series of short marks scratched into the trunk. "Just keeping track of how long I've been here," he replied.

He extended his right hand -- smooth, fragmented pieces of steel making up fingers, palm, forearm -- and shook Dustin's offered hand, trying not to grip too tightly. "Edward. Nice to meet you." How many times had he said that in the last two weeks?