Or since Cal has already acknowledged being a big fan of Mark’s work, and therefore must know that he already knows all this “volcano” stuff, perhaps Cal can’t help himself but to go into his normal schpeel about volcanos and what-not…

…so as Mark patiently listens to the lesson in geography, above the din of the rotor and unmuffled exhaust, we whirl our way toward the tiny atoll… that is if it and Abbey are still there…

But wait a gosh-darn minute… were their two ants in that pile of logs that Honey and Darling brought with them to the island?  Or was the one that bit (was it Honey or Darling…) pregnant, otherwise how could the infestation have taken hold??  I’m still holding out hope that we will find skeletons locked in an embrace, but certainly not holding my breath, you know?