PART 1

"Viiiinceeeeent!" Walt screamed into the dense Jungle. "Here boy! Viiiiinc.." A rustle in the bushes startled him. Walt slowly crept towards the sound, suddenly wishing his father was here. "Vincent?" he almost whispered. The bushes rustled some more. His could hear his heart thudding inside his chest. Suddenly there was a squealing sound and a baby boar ran out of the bushes frightening him. He laughed a little, relieved, then stiffened at the snorting sound of a very angry mother boar. Walt turned and ran for his life, not really knowing where he was going he just ran. After a couple minutes he sat down, underneath the shade of a tree, breathing heavily. "I think I lost 'em." he muttered under his breath, glancing back just to make sure. Feeling hungry, he fished through his backpack he was carrying, and took a small piece of food and chewed it gratefully. "Ok here goes nothing!" Walt heard someone say, he slowly turned around and peered above the bushes. Walt's fatigue dissipated as he watched a small, blonde-haired boy, tumble across the hard, jungle floor. He performed a round-off, flic-flac, back-tuck, and finished perfectly. Walt stayed low fearing he was one of the dreaded others. He peered through the bushes, watching the boy perform a front-handspring-front-tuck.

"Do others do flips?" He asked himself. He leaned into the bush trying to ignore the branches scraping at his face.

As soon as he did, Walt sneezed.

The boy was startled at the sound and sprinted off into the jungle.

"No wait! Don't go." Walt started after him, but out of fear he ran away, glancing back at the spot, where the boy was tumbling.

He returned to camp. Later he was sitting by the fire, and Kate walked up to him. "So what's up?" she asked. "I guess you didn't find Vincent". She sat down beside him. Walt shook his head. He glanced at Kate, wondering if he could tell her.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Walt asked.

Kate turned around to face him.

"Uh, sure you could consider me trustworthy",

"You will never believe what I saw in the jungle!" He exclaimed, his eyes bright with excitement. "I saw a boy doing flips!"

Kate stared at him disbelievingly. "Well, you're right, I will never believe what you saw."

Michael walked up and sat down, his face fallen.

"Sorry Walt, I couldn't find Vincent either." He explained.

Kate jumped into the conversation. "Walt said he saw a boy doing flips in the Jungle"

Walt stared at Kate.

"Uh, I'm going to uh, see where Jack is. See ya later." Kate hurriedly walked off, as Walt made a face at her

"You saw a boy in the Jungle?" Micheal stared unbelievingly at Walt, who nodded his head slowly. He hadn't exactly wanted the news to get to his dad.

"No, No, there is nobody out there Walt!"

Walt stood up. "It is true!",

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Michael asked, putting his hand on Walt's forehead, Walt pushed it away and stood up.

"I'm fine, just forget I even said anything" Walt stomped towards the tent.

"Where you going?" Michael called after him.

"BED!"

Michael stared at the fire confused.

"Hey dude! We found your dog!" Hurley yelled from across the beach.

Micheal looked up just in time to see Walt shoot out of the tent and run up towards Hurley shouting.

"Where is he? Who found him?" Hurley looked a little shocked.

"Uh, I guess you could say Jack found him, and he's at the caves…" Walt shot off again before Micheal could protest.

"Thanks Hurley!" He shouted over his shoulder.

Hurley watched Walt take off.

"Uh, your… welcome?".

Micheal got up and started running after him.

"Hey Walt! Come back! I don't like you out there alone!".

Walt dashed off towards the caves and collided into Megan in the dark,

"Hey!" She yelled angrily at him, "Watch it!"

"Oops. Sorry," He walked around her. "Where are you going?"

"No time to explain! Bye."

Walt ran through the Jungle, breaking branches, and leaping over fallen logs. Gasping for air, he sat down on a mossy log.

"Are you ok?" a concerned voice, with a slight English accent, came from nowhere. Walt jumped, still catching his breath.

"Whe.. where are you? Who are you?" he looked wildly around him.

"Nevermind that, are you ok?" the voice continued. Walt got up and stumbled in circles. "Yea, I'm fine, see um, we were in a plane crash…"

the voice interrupted. "A plane crash?"

Walt continued "Yea, flight 815". Almost as soon as he said that a figure dropped out of nowhere, it startled Walt. The figure in a blue t-shirt and jeans offered a hand.

"Thanks, so you were on the plane too?", the figure unveiled itself, as a short, blonde-haired girl, with braces and a load of freckles. Walt studied the figure. "Hey! You're the kid who was doin' flips! But your not a…"

the girl stared at him. "a boy?" she finished.

Walt nodded slowly.

"That's ok, I've been mistaken as a boy before, I got short hair because than I don't have to worry about it when I'm doing…uh…gymnastics.

"Yea I noticed," he said pointing to her shirt, that said Bismark Gymnastics Acadamy.

"What are you doing all the way out here? You should come back to camp."

The girl's eyes widened a little, shaking her head. "I…can't, I… have to stay here.",

"Hey! Wait up!" Micheal's voice cut through the Jungle, frightening the girl, who started backing away.

"I gotta go" she whispered. Walt looked at her surprised. "Why?"

The girl stared at him for a second, then started sprinting away. Walt grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Wait, At least tell me your name!" The girl glanced at the direction of Micheals voice, then answered.

"Nikki, but you can't tell anybody I'm here, NOBODY!" she warned.

Walt let her go, and she sprinted off into the distance, just as Micheal caught up to him.

"You know, I don't really like you rushing off into the Jungle, you don't know what's out there." Micheal said gasping for breath. Walt started walking towards the caves. "Walt? Are you listening?"

Walt turned around,"Yea Dad, I'm listening, I just really want to see Vincent.", Micheal caught up with him, and put an arm around him.

"Ok, well, lets go."

Walt and Vincent lay near the warm fire. Walt, half asleep, reached down to pet Vincent's warm coat. Jack walked up behind them, and sat down. Vincent put his head on Jack's lap, and Jack gently stroked it. Walt slowly opened his eyes, and yawned. "I think he likes you."

Jack looked over to Walt. "I hope I didn't wake you."

Walt shook his head and sat up. "I heard that you were the one who found him."

Jack chuckled, "Well, not really, I just saw him nearby while I was getting a drink of water. I guess I get the credit for seeing him first."

Walt smiled. Jack continued. "Hey, I heard about the boy you saw in the jungle,"

Walt stared into the fire, remembering the girl's voice.

"The one that was doing flips… Walt?" Jack gently shook his shoulder.

"Oh yea, it wasn't… I mean my dad was right, I think I was hallucinating." Jack stared at him. Walt quickly spoke up. "Who told you?" Jack glanced back at the fire.

"Oh, Kate told me."

Walt groaned, a small burst of anger set over him. "I better get to bed, see ya in the morning." Walt called Vincent, and walked over to their tent, leaving Jack at the fire, as it appeared, but he had something else on his mind.