As for the time spans, can you come up with an idea, Wilbur?"Wilbur let us not wait long. When he spoke it was with a chuckle."You know, I considered ...he job to be finished with the establishment of routines for transportation and back. But this creates a nice little puzzle for me. I am sure I can work something out, maybe along the lines of different frequencies or energy levels. It might also be possible to replicate the island, since we are all of us so pleased with this creation, and put. He usually found himself dating the tall, thin women, but there was something about Emma's curvaceous body that really got his blood pumping.He mentally shook his head. What the hell was the matter with him? He had never had thoughts like that about Emma before. Why all of a sudden was he bombarded with mental images of them in bed, their naked bodies glistening...Oh geez, he needed a drink. Anything to take his mind off of Emma's breasts. "I'm going into the den to watch a dvd." His mouth had. "The chanting?" he asked. "No, I heard drums. Like a heartbeat." Erin shrugged. "Perhaps it was just the music." “I feel like I definitely heard something,” Damian added. “Let’s step out on the balcony.” Damian stood and took Erin’s hand, leading her to a balcony overlooking the park surrounding the lodge. It was the first day of summer and the late sunset cast an orange glow across the horizon through the trees. The light of the moon started to rise over top. They listened for a moment trying. I noticed a couple of very well built young men with scars in the place at one point. I immediately thought of the Swamp Dog crew. Since they came and went in the swamp, I didn't know any of them and that would not have been unusual. Hell they could just as well have been fishermen.We closed down and cleaned up from ten to midnight. I left Wilson and Mel to go upstairs and to bed. "Wilson before I leave I need you to spend some time tomorrow working on a new background for me. Something close.