Charlotte Staples Lewis sat on the steps in the middle of the wooden boat, which would supposedly take them away from the island and back home. She was holding a young girl, who was about two or three years old. The little girl had lost her parents on the island, and the group had been watching her since, though Charlotte seemed to be near the little girl most of the time. At the moment Charlotte was talking to a man she had met on the boat.

"When I was back in the 'real world', before I came to this island... My sister had been pregnant. I'd been pestering her the whole time, saying 'Name the baby Eve! Name her Eve!'. It was a joke of course, but I did like the name Eve." She explained. "The baby was born, obviously, and it was a little girl. My sister..." She smiled. "She was so happy. There was just so much joy in that room when she was born." She said. The man nodded for her to continue. "And well my sister, she just looked at me and grinned, and announced that they were naming the baby Eve. They named her Eve." She looked happy, but also a bit sad. "And then..." She paused, glancing down. "And then I came to this bloody island. I stayed here for three years. For three long years I stayed on this forsaken island, and now..." She looked like she was about to cry. "I just want to see my sister and niece again." She was crying now. But she didn't care. The boat would take them back home... Or at least, that's what everyone had told her.

"Hey, don't worry." The man she had been speaking to said. He had an English accent, but it wasn't quite like Charlotte's. "I'm sure you're gonna see 'em again soon." It was Charlie Pace, who had supposedly drowned in the Looking Glass station. Charlotte didn't know this, of course- she thought he was just another survivor, on the boat to go home.

"I know..." Charlotte nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Would you like to hold her?" She asked, beginning to pick up the little girl who was sitting on her lap.

"Yeah, sure, sure! I love kids!" Charlie remembered the times he had taken care of Aaron and grinned. Charlotte picked the little girl up and handed her to Charlie, who took her and put her on his own lap.

Then there was a loud noise. A gunshot. People on the boat started panicking. Charlotte stood up and got mixed into the group of people. Charlie glanced around, then stood up and ran over to Jack, who was at the steering wheel. "Here take her, put her someplace safe!" He told him, handing the girl to him and running away before Jack could say anything.

Charlie ran down the stairs. He'd already died once- and he definitely didn't want to die again. Down to the lower deck he went, going down a hallway and turning a corner into another room. It was mostly metal, with a bunk-bed on either side of the room, and a pile of what looked like dirty laundry in the middle. Two or three other people were hiding in the room already, two survivor women on one side and Hurley on the other.

Charlie ran in and tripped on something on the ground, he didn't get a chance to see what it was. He was running so fast that he ended up diving down into the pile of dirty. Hurley looked over at him in surprise.

"Charlie! Dude, you alive!" He exclaimed. Charlie popped his head up out of the laundry- he had a sock on his head- and grinned cheekily at Hurley.

"Yeah."