Justin frowned. "Lana, do you mean there could be side effects from whatever was in that drink?"
Lana shook her head. "I don’t know. I hope the only effect is that you’ve become some kind of superhuman."
"Yeah, let’s hope so," Linda muttered, crossing her arms.
"Well, if Justin really is superhuman now," Hana said, "shouldn’t that make things easier for us? I mean, think about it—stronger, faster, better reflexes. That’s got to help."
Linda let out a dry chuckle. "Maybe. But we’re still stuck here. Justin being a one-man army doesn’t change the fact that we have no way off this island."
Diana sighed, her gaze shifting to the large SOS signal they had arranged with rocks on the beach. The letters were bold and clear, but no rescue had come. "That thing is completely useless," she mutte
