Another boy, this one rainbow coloured from head to toe, pushes his way out of the plants, Stan following close behind.

"And what does he do, eat babies?"

"What did I do?"

"Nothing yet! But who knows, I'm six out of eight on terrible people!"

Maurice frowned. "Are you saying Auntie Zaneta is evil?"

"No, she's one of the not-terrible ones."

"Oh, good." 

Martin gives the rainbow boy a glare. "She's saying the rest of us are evil!"

The boy shrugs. "Eh, sometimes. I'm Maurice."

"I'm Sadde," she says, wiping her eyes and getting to her feet.

The tiger lays down at her feet. 

"I think Squishy is saying hello."

"Squishy should learn better manners," she says, glaring at Martin.

Maurice giggles. "Yeah, she should." 

"Anyway, why are you rainbow?"

The colours and patterns shift across the boys skin. "My powers."

Martin gets back on his feet. "Was that guy part of your powers?"

"I don't have powers," she says, a touch defensively. "And what guy?"

"You so have powers. And the pale guy who pushed my Squishy."

"What pale guy?"

"He appeared and shoved Squishy. She was just trying to clean you!"

"I didn't see anything, and you didn't sound like you were ordering her to clean me and anyway that tongue has barbs and anyway you don't make giant cats leap on people don't you know anything?"

Maurice giggles nervously. "Anyone hungry?"

"Yes," she admits grudgingly.

"You been inside the house yet?"

"No, I haven't seen any houses yet, just wilderness and terrible people."

"And playgrounds," comes a familiar, girlish voice.

"Not on the island."

Moira trudges towards Sadde, following the dress code set by the boys, dragging a somewhat panicked looking Michael. "You trying to steal Michael? I'd share if you asked!"