A/N: An alternative look at an alternative ending to Harper's Island, the way I would have preferred it to end!

Abby lay upon her bed despondent as she slowly realised she was never leaving this place. Henry would keep her here forever and there was nothing she could do about it. The many revelations floated in and out of her mind as she contemplated them; overwhelmed by them. Henry was her brother; but not only that, Henry was John Wakefield's son. Henry Wakefield, the idea sent chills down her spine; and yet in so many ways Henry was the same person she had always known. He still had that goofy, sweet smile; the smile that brought back so many wonderful childhood memories. Henry remembered those times too, he had said as much as he revealed his inner thoughts, the ones he had kept to himself for almost 16 years. A part of her forgave him in those moments; a part of her, no matter how small, wanted them to be happy together; then she remembered all she had lost and then the moment was gone. Yet even as these moments past a minuscule part lingered like a spectre of their once good friendship and as more moments came and went more of these spectres lingered, coming together to form something new. It wasn't quite forgiveness nor friendship nor even acceptance; somehow it was a combination of all of them that allowed Abby to move on just enough. Just enough to survive.