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[secretlabtech]

[ He's not believing any of this. Any of it. Either everyone's cuckoo or he's on some kind of drugs, and Dexter isn't certain which of those sounds more plausible. ]

Someone mind telling me where I can get a plane ticket back to Miami? I'll settle for a freighter at this point. A helicopter? Seaplane? [ Pause. ] A yacht?

I get it. First thing everyone asks is how to get home, but I'm not the kind of guy to kick up my heels and take it all for granted. Crime scenes to get to, work to do, and there's my son--he needs me.

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How about a kayak?

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[secretlabtech]

[ Dexter had to admit this made it twice as difficult; facing off against this wolf while trying to get a bead on his - possibly not here at all - son. He stepped back, looking around, giving the animal more of the benefit of the doubt when it seemed like she wasn't about to attack him outright.

And then just like that her ears perked up, locking on to something in the Darkness that even Dark-Dwelling Dexter couldn't see or hear. He trusted her instincts the same as any animal would, crouching down slightly beside her, changing his hold on his knife from pointed out ahead of him to ward something off to fang-toothed, angled slightly down but held strongly in his fist, the sharp edge of the blade toward him. He didn't have teeth, but his knife was close enough as didn't matter.

And he waited, tense and anxious, anticipated whatever was moving the same way that she did, utterly wordlessly. ]