[ WP ] You 've been stranded on an island in the Pacific , completely alone for 73 days . A voice behind you says hello .

`` Hello?'' 
 
 I heard a voice... her voice. It had been seventy three days. I've spent nearly two months and a fortnight alone with nothing but the sound of animals and the ocean yet I still recognized her voice. I would recognize that voice anywhere. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 The words escaped my mouth before I could even turn around to make sure it was her. Sure enough, there she stood, as tattered and unsightly as I was, waving at me. 
 
 `` Katherine? ``, I managed to stutter. `` What the fuck are you doing here?'' 
 
 `` Shh, it's ok. I'll explain later''. 
 
 She extends her hand towards mine and at first I'm hesitant to grab it. I take her hand in mine and again, I'm immediately reminded of her warmth and feel stupid for even doubting her. I take her back to my little tent I managed to build and get her something to drink. She takes it but does n't really seem thirsty... or even hungry for that matter. 
 
 She stares lovingly into my eyes and asks me, `` Are you ok?'' 
 
 `` Well yeah I guess'', I reply. `` I've been better obviously but I'm not dying. By the way, what the hell are you doing here and how did you even get here? How did you find me? Are you alone?'' 
 
 `` I'm here because you need me Saul. You've been going crazy by yourself, I see you at night... what you do to keep yourself sane. You talk with yourself and have imaginary conversations so I'm here to help you have a real one.'' 
 
 `` How though? How'd you get here?'' 
 
 `` Well, I... and... but Saul... you know right?'' 
 
 `` What? What did you say?'' 
 
 `` I love you Saul and I miss you. Very dearly. I hope you stay safe and make it back safely, we're waiting for you.'' 
 
 `` What are you talking about? What the fuck does that mean?'' 
 
 She starts crying and turns around to leave. I try to get up and take her hand but I ca n't seem to move. My legs are n't working. She turns around for a last look with tears trickling down her cheeks and leaves. The sun is cold and I can hear the wind despite the leaves being still as rocks. It does n't make sense. 
 
 I can feel water dripping on my face... but from where? The roof? I look up and there's nothing but sunlight... weird. More drops, suddenly, something bumps into my arm and I'm back to reality. 
 
 I open my eyes. 
 
 It is raining. 
 
 Looks like another storms coming. 
 
 She always comes to me before a storm. 
 
 It is day seventy four.
