As Ben read the morning obituary he noticed that Sawyer, the man with the Southern colloquialism, had interred Ben's daughter, Alex, into the grave. There was no epitaph on the tombstone for Ben could not think of any. Ben felt that he was being castigated by the Island or even Jacob, for he was their subservient and he did not complete his mission. Instead of reading the paper, Ben decided to go back to a time where he was not sterotyped as an "Other", where he didn't receive lacerations from Jack's gun or Sayid's knife. To a life where Alex still loved him and a stipend did not exist in order to survive. Ben loved to replay the memories of Alex's rendition of "London Bridge Is Falling Down", in his mind. When reading omnivorously and remembering the Dharma Initiative's exodus wasn't enough to dull the ache in his heart. The one caused by not helping Alex through a largesse of love. He would remember how Alex's smile could permeate even his darkest hour and make it bright again. However it was only in his memories where there was a resurgence in his love for Alex. For Alex was dead, all because Ben wanted to save the Island. An Island that had stripped him of his childhood. An Island that didn't even care about him. So now Alex, the infant he had taken from an insane French women and raised and loved as his own, was gone forever. All because of him.