I scrambled back to Carol, knowing I'd just made a total and complete fool of myself and unable to care if anyone knew I'd lost my last nut. Still driven by the compulsion to escape the Island as quickly as possible, emotions jumbled, the pounding in my head more painful, the constriction around my chest tightening by the moment, I collapsed in the front seat, digging around in my purse for my cell phone. I needed help. I couldn't stay here. I needed someone to help me, to save ...