"Help me!"
"She's gone!"
"Boone!"
Kate found herself pulled from unconsciousness by overlapping screams. Why wouldn't they stop yelling and let her sleep? Wait…she wasn't home…she hadn't been home for years…the last thing she remembered was the plane…they'd found her…the Marshall…he was taking her back to the states to put her in jail. That still didn't explain why she was out here, lying in a bed of sand, listening to people scream. Kate pulled herself to her feet, wincing when she found she couldn't lean on her left hand. Stumbling towards the noise, she was able to form only one possible solution. When she cleared the tree line, her suspicions were confirmed. The plane had gone down.
Claire let out another scream as she tried to pry her legs free from a piece of wreckage.
"Somebody please help me!" she cried, but no one seemed to hear her.
"Please help me!" she wailed, as loudly as she could, and this time somebody heard her. A tall, strong looking brunette ran over to where she was curled around a twisted piece of metal.
"Oh god…"
"I can't get free, can you move it?" the taller woman braced herself in the sand and heaved upwards on the wreckage. Claire managed to wriggle free, but the moment she was free, a sharp pain targeted her stomach. She couldn't help but gasp.
"are you alright? Is it the baby?" the brunette asked.
"I…ah…I don't know…it's just…ow!" Claire bent in half over her protruding stomach and collapsed in the sand.
"No…no…I can't leave!" she protested when the other girl practically picked her up and started running.
"The wing! You have to move!" Claire glanced up to see that the wing of the plane was crashing down onto the shore. And that was when she tripped.
Kate summoned up the very last of her strength, picked up the blonde Australian, and sprinted out from under the wing. Once they were out of harm's way, she set the younger girl down on the sand.
"Can we get some help over here?" she called to a man in a black suit. He scurried over.
"Something's wrong with the baby." The girl told him.
"How many months pregnant are you?"
"I'm only 8 months."
"What's your name?"
"I'm Claire."
"Ok, Claire. Here's what I need you to do, I need you to lie absolutely still. You" he began addressing Kate. "If she starts contracting any faster than 3 minutes in between, call out for me." The man stood up and started to leave.
"Wait! What's your name?"
"Jack!" Kate moved to stand up, but Claire grabbed her arm.
"Please…please don't leave me." Something about the terror, plainly visible in Claire's sky blue orbs, touched Kate deeper than the pregnant girls words had.
"I'm not going anywhere."