On Alcatraz. Tuesday? Wednesday? Do they even have names of days here?

I wonder who told everyone about Alcatraz. Whoever it was, I'd like to get them by the shoulders and shake them until their teeth rattle! They screwed up big time. A desert? A barren rock? About as barren as the Amazon; actually, that's a pretty good comparison. Both have lush vegetation, both are bursting with life and both are too damn hot to bear! At least the guy got the temperature right.

I'm alone on an island right now; a small one with no real way of crossing. I'd try swimming but knowing my luck so far, the water's probably pure acid or something, for all that it looks so clear. There's no sign of the shuttle or any of the others. I just hope they're okay, especially Cara. It's going to be hard enough as it is to convince her parents we got lost for several days. It's going to be bloody impossible to convince them that an alien ate their daughter.

Slight correction; I'm not alone-Acheron is with me. Oh joy. I'm stranded on an alien planet with a killer (and why, why, WHY did I have to think of that whole 'in space no one can hear you scream' thing just then?) And Acheron wants me to lie for her. Great. But on the other hand, she's still got the gun from the command centre. Maybe discretion would be the better part of valour here.