Randy Becke was sitting on the edge of the boat. He hadn't talked to anyone during the duration of the field trip, mostly he had just been in the wilderness (close to the group), and looking at the animals. He had a think for animals. He had been told he was Philotherianism, and he believed that. He'd been obsessed with animals every since he was a kid. He was a bit of an outcast, though, known for being the weird animal kid. A bird landed on their boat. He petted it, and it didn't fly away. He sighed. He did have a family, though, if they stayed on the island he'd probably be stuck with the animals, which would be great, but he had a family. He was going to get back home, one way or another.