Evil broke into a run. His bag with heavy books inside didn't really help him in the process. He glanced back, luckily the "things" hadn't noticed them now. He didn't know where he was going, but he continued running. He continued running for another 10 minutes before he couldn't run anymore. He stopped to catch his breath, and noticed how it had gotten dark really quickly. Suddenly, he heard a bush rustling, he wasn't sure who it was. [i]Probably that man.[/i] he tried to convince himself that it was, but he couldn't take any chances. He began running again when

[b]SPLAT[/b]

Evil tripped flat on his face over a branch. At least, he thought it was a branch. He couldn't tell in the dark. He rolled over, and then he saw something. A very large object, floating above them. [i]A spaceship?[/i] he thought. [i]No, an Island...[/i]