A/N: Flight 29 Down was one of the most awesome shows ever! Anyway, this takes place after they are rescued.

*Lex*

The police car stopped in front of my house with Daley and I in the backseat. I jumped out and ran to my mother and wrapped my arms around her tightly. "I missed you so much!" She said and let go of me to hug Daley. This was the moment I desired to have while I was back on the island, but I felt bad for leaving the island. In a way, it had become our home away from home and it was weird to not see my friends everyday. A day has passed and I already miss them.

*Daley*

I could not believe we had finally made it back home, but I was extremely happy. My brother was happy and we are reunited with our mother. Now, I just wish dad was still alive. I wondered how mom was able to stand the emotional pain of our disappearance, but I will never ask. What my mother went through is just as tragic as what Lex and I experianced, but we will make it through this harsh time.

*Nathan*

My parents. I thought I would never see them again, but here they are standing in front of me. My mother was crying and my father had a relieved look on his face. We hugged and went inside the house. Everything was how I remembered it, but it felt like unfamiliar territory. Do I really miss the place I was stranded? This one question has plagued my mind since we were rescued. Will I ever have the opportunity to return?

*Melissa*

The morning after we were all rescued, I realized I had awaken in my own bed. However, I could not face the fact that I was a stranger in my own home. After being on that island for a month, I started to grow used to the environment. Now, it feels like I do not belong here. I wonder if the others feel the same way? If they do, will I be able to talk to them, see them, soon?

*Eric*

Finally I was back in familiar territory: my home. It felt good to be back, but I feel lonely. My parents and other friends do not understand what it was like on that island and how I have changed a little. They see me as the teen I was before I boarded Flight 29 Dwn. After my experiances, I did change. Whether for the better or worse, I do not know. The moon rose high in the sky and I crawled out through my window to sit on the roof, remembering the month I spent with my newfound friends on the island where the Hotel Tango stood.

*Jackson*

It feels strange to not have people seeking your guidance everyday, a major change to my life. Yet, I feel relieved. I no longer have the responsibility of caring for others, which is what makes me the person I am. My foster parents do not understand what it felt like to have the weight of the world on their shoulders and they never asked me about my time on the island. It seemed like they did not care about the details. Honestly, I do not care either; I'm alive as well as the others and that is all that truly matters in the end.

~One Year Later: Summertime~

*Nathan*

I called Daley immediately after receiving the text message. Her mom answered, "Is Daley home?" Her mom took Daley the phone, "Daley? Get your cell phone. There should be a text message. Just read it."

"Okay. Nathan, what is this about?" Daley asked. "Okay, I am looking at the message."

"Read it, Daley." I said.

A few seconds later, she gasped. "Oh my god, Nathan... What are we going to do?"

"We're going to the police. You're the closest to them, Daley. Get there and show them the message, I will call the others and see if they have the text." I replied.

"Okay." She hung up and I looked at the message one last time.

Flight 29 survivors,

You have experianced a terrible ordeal, care to experiance it again?I fear you will not be able to decline out generous offer. If you refuse to return to the island, then we will kill this person. I think you will recognize him despite all the blood... We'll keep him alive for exactly two weeks starting from when this message was sent. If you are not here in two weeks, he will suffer a terrible death. What will your choice be? Save yourself or save the one you looked up to?

Below the message was a photo of Jackson shirtless and covered in blood.