Prologue I still searched my surroundings for signs of life. As I had done since the day that I had woken up on the sandy beach, ashore what I can only assume is a deserted island. I was going stark raving mad as the days progressed, with no signs of life and nobody to converse …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 