If she hasn't figured it out, I'm certainly not about to tell her, and in a sick way, I'm almost glad when she runs. Means I don't have time to dwell on what a perfect echo her question is, don't have time to remember puttin' de pieces together dat little bit too late.

"Rogue, stop!" I call, just short of yelling, and dere's no more pretenses as I turn on my heel and bolt after her, reaching out to grab her before it's too late. Hard as this all is, de last t'ing I'm about to do is let her loose on de island like this.