Desmond ran towards the sound of the voice of his lost love, the voice he had been longing to hear for more that three years now. I couldn't help but slam the door, fulfilling my destiny, boxing myself in the in the room that shall witness my death. After my desperate leap to save Desmond I turned to see Mikhail; glaring at me with his one remaining eye. With a chilling smile on his face he pulled out the pin. Despite the aggressive and rather loud explosion I heard nothing, I froze solid, preparing myself for the inevitable. Water began filling up to my knees. Mikhail had vanished, not that I cared for the whereabouts of that murderer. Desmond just looked at me with guilt and pure sadness. I could not let him believe Penny would be there waiting for Des on that Freighter. I could not let him believe in hope where there is none. They had a chance of one day reuniting with each other. To live a long and happy life with one another, unlike Claire and I. As the water had reached to my shoulders I remembered the marker pen in my pocket, so I began to write. The water had now swallowed my head. I calmly swam towards the porthole window. I held my steady palm, on it written 'Not Penny's Boat' (I was careful with my grammar) to the glass and smiled warmly at Desmond, he just stared at me through tears with a face filled with heartbreak. As my lungs ran short of air I floated away and fell into a deep sleep that was greeted by an beautiful angel. She had blonde flowing hair and held out her hand with a gentle smile on her face. This dream was broken, I awoke in an aeroplane corridor surrounded by people in blue shirts, and a stranger, a man who had a strong yet familiar face. I had forgotten.