A dirt covered jeep pulls in front of the airport parking-bay. Taxies and shuttle buses pass by as people hurry along in large crowds towards the glass rotating doors up front. Sitting in the passenger seat is a twenty-seven year old woman. Her hair is short and shaggy and a dark colored brown. Her eyes are golden and her skin is tanned. She wears khaki capris and a black short sleeved T-shirt. Large sunglasses sit on top of her head along with dangling earrings. Her husband who sits in the driver's seat turns slightly around and pulls her large duffel bag out of the back seat.

"You sure you don't want me to carry this in for you, it's kinda heavy."

She smiles.

"I'll be fine, anyways you have a meeting in an hour."

Her husband smiles, before leaning over and giving her a kiss. The stubble from his beard scratching against her. He's twice her age, forty-four in fact. His hair is mid-length and goes down to his ears. He's tanned like her, but not naturally, this is from spending one too day days out in the blazing Australia sun. Gray is beginning to come through his hair and beard but it seems to be aging with grace. He's very thin, and his head seems ten times bigger sitting on top of his small neck and shoulders.

The two have been married for four years.

His big blue eyes look her over before he gently touches the side of her face.

"I sure wish I was going with you kiddo."

"I'll be fine, I've flown alone millions of times."

"Yeah, I guess so…"

He looks at her slightly uneasy, making her laugh.

"Listen, I'll call you once I land."

He sighs, sitting back in his seat. He plays with his own sunglasses that hang from his shirt.

"Yeah…then I'll be following in about a week or so."

She smiles, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be so down…being one of the most brilliant communications directors in the world does have it perks."

"I know…I just wish this job had more time for us to spend time together. The last month I've been working on that stupid new project and you've been laying out on the beach alone."

"Working on my tan."

He looks at her and forces a small smile. She leans in closer kissing him again.

"Listen, once you get back we'll take some time off. Just you and me…plenty of R&R. How does that sound?"

He smiles, looking directly into her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan."

"I love you George."

"I love you kiddo."

They kiss one last time, and George yet again asks if she needs help with her bag. Hoisting her duffel bag over one shoulder, and her purse over the other she tells him she's fine. She slips out of the passenger seat and out of the cool AC that had been cranked up the entire ride. Before closing the door she slips her sunglasses on and smiles at him.

George leans over slightly.

"Remember babe, the sky belongs to the stars."

She smiles before shutting the door and carefully crossing the bay towards the doors. George waits until she's completely out of sight. She disappears inside. Sitting there for a moment, he can't help but shake this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sighing he puts the jeep in gear and turns the radio on as he pulls away.

George never saw his wife again.

Fifteen minutes later Cinema checked her luggage and began walking towards the gate. Flight 815 had just been called. Switching the green leather strap to her purse, she adjusted her sunglasses that sat on top of her head and waited in line.

That's when she noticed the man standing a little to her right. He looked to be in his late thirties, dressed in a suit. He gently rubbed his temples.

"Headache?"

The man looked at her.

"Yeah I guess so."

"I have aspirin, you want some?"

The man stared at her for a moment before forcing a small smile.

"Yeah, that would be great."

Cinema opened her purse as it hung on one shoulder and fished inside, pushing aside her wallet and different odds and ends, finally she found the bottle.

"How many?"

"Could you spare three?"

"Of course, three is always the magic number."

The man dryly chuckled as Cinema put the three little white pills into the palm of her hand and gave them to him.

"Thanks."

"Here…"

Cinema also handed him her water bottle she had kept in her purse.

"No thanks."

"Now come on, swallowing dry aspirin rips up you're stomach…didn't your doctor ever tell you that?"

The man smiled before shaking his head.

"Yeah I guess he did."

He took the water bottle and swallowed the pills before handing the bottle back.

"Thanks, you saved my life."

Cinema smiled.

"It's okay…it's a habit of mine, sharing medicine and water with complete strangers.

The man laughed before letting out his hand.

"Jack Shephard."

"Cinema Minkowski."

They shook hands.

"So what brings you to Sydney?"

Jack sighed as the line moved up a little.

"My father…he died."

"I'm sorry."

Jack shook his head.

"Thanks."

"Were you two close?"

"We once were…things sort of fell apart after a while."

"He live here?"

"No, he was just visiting."

Cinema shook her head. Both didn't say anything for a few minuets before Jack pointed to her arm.

"Nice tattoos."

Cinema looked, along her left arm were outlines of half moons and stars. Brushing some of her hair out of her face she smiled.

"Thanks, got that while I was living in New Mexico."

"Whoever did it has talent, nice coloring."

"Don't tell me? Tattoo nut?"

Jack smiled.

"I got a couple."

Cinema smiled back before the line moved up a bit more, they were almost at the ticket check in.

"So what brings you here? Traveling?"

"My husband, he was here on business and I'm coming home earlier."

"What does he do?"

"Communications director."

"And you?"

"I own a movie theater right outside of LA. I'm in the middle of trying to rebuild a drive-in as well…I just hired a contractor who's supposed to be showing me blue prints next week."

"Wow, that's different."

"Yeah, my parents ran one down South when I was younger…tiny little place but I loved it."

"Well I hope everything works out for you."

Cinema smiled.

"Thanks."

"I take it that played some part in your name."

"Yeah…I guess that gave it away."

Jack laughed, this time it seemed more natural.

"And you Jack? What do you do?"

"I'm a doctor."

"I thought so."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah…you look like a doctor."

Jack smiled just then the person in front of Cinema checked in.

"Next please."

Cinema looked at Jack before letting out her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Jack and I'm sorry about your father."

Jack shook her hand.

"Thanks Cinema."

Turning, Cinema checked in and then found her seat. Putting her purse in the overhead storage compartment, she settled down before opening the book she was in the middle of and tried to relax. Ten minutes later they had taken off and everything seemed normal.

Cinema really didn't mind the fly, in fact George and her had done it so much it seemed like second nature. Sitting there, Cinema kept reading and didn't even bother to look up at whoever was sitting beside her.

That's when the turbulence started. Cinema looked up from her book before marking her page and looking around. Worried faced surrounded her before the seatbelt sign blinked on. Cinema looked around before a horrible feeling entered her stomach.

Something was wrong.

Then…

The plane began to rock back and forth. Screams filled the plane as people began clutching onto their seats and falling out on the ails. Cinema felt her heart begin to race as the plane started to move even harder and the lights started to flicker.

Cinema looked around and then…darkness.

Cinema remembered a certain memory that stood out to her as everyone surrounded her in darkness. It was nearly five years ago and she was still in New Mexico. She remembered her parents were now dead and she was completely alone. She was a used up shell of her once self and now had developed a pretty bad drug problem. She remembered shuffling to the old drive-in right before they closed it down. She remembered the last film they were showing was Giant. Her all time favorite.

Cinema shuffled through the dust and pebbles before sitting up against the old rusty fence. There were only a few cars parked here. The bank had taken everything away.

Cinema stared up at the screen, the same screen she had watched millions of movies through her childhood and felt completely heartbroken. After this movie finished the screen would forever go black. The gates would be locked and she would be off on her own. Sitting there, her red cowboy boots brought up close to her chest she stared up at James Dean as he struck oil. Cinema loved this movie, and knew every line.

Her makeup began to run along with tears down her face…that's when she heard a voice.

"Isn't this supposed to be a happy movie or something?"

Cinema looked up and saw him, he was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. A smile across his face. Cinema, embarrassed quickly wiped her face and sniffled in.

"Sorry…it's just…my family owned this drive-in…this is the last movie their showing before it shuts down."

The man came over and sat down beside her, Cinema noticed he was older then her yet had big blue eyes.

"That's a shame…I was driving on the highway when I saw the screen…hadn't been to one of theses since I was a kid."

Cinema tried to smile before he let out his hand.

"I'm George."

Cinema's eyes snapped open. She was underwater. Millions of tiny crystal bubbles began floating up around her. She stayed under the water like a frozen stature. That's when her eyes widened and she struggled to breath.

Fighting up against the surface, she broke free and began coughing and gasping for air. Suddenly everything came back at her at once. She was sitting on the plane reading her book…then it began to rock back and forth and everyone started to scream…and then…

She couldn't remember. Trying her hardest to keep afloat, she looked around and saw nothing.

Where was the plane?

She didn't see anything, not even wreckage. Panic started to fill her as she struggled and saw land.

She saw a beautiful beach.

Was she dead? She didn't know. She didn't know if the plane crashed, or if something had happened. All she thought about was getting to shore. Fighting against the currant, she kept swimming, choking up water and feeling completely terrified. Finally her feet found the bottom, her clothes clung to her and were soaked. Her hair dripped in her eyes. Struggling, she made it to the white sugar sand before staring down at herself.

A large piece of metal was sticking out of her side, purple thick blood trickled down her torn shirt and down her leg. She stared at it, her eyes as big as saucers. She felt herself begin to shake.

The piece of metal was huge, all she felt was a dull throbbing at her side. She knew either she had lost a lot of blood…or was in shock. Looking around at the empty beach, she felt light headed and collapsed in the surf.

Laying there the pain began and Cinema snapped her eyes shut.

"Help me!"

She weakly cried out.

She wished she knew where everyone else was.

"Please help me!"

She tried holding onto her side but blood began washing around her in the surf. Cinema laid there, finding it harder and harder to breath. She was scared out of her mind and just wished she knew where everyone was. Did the plane go down in the water? Was she the only one who lived? Where was she?

"George…help me…"

She said before blacking out. Her body washed slowly back and forth against the surf of the shore. Her hair pooling around her as the water turned a light shade of red from the blood.

Just then a group of people appeared from the tree line of the jungle, all dressed in dark browns and tans. There were five of them in total. The man leading them had grayish hair. He saw the woman laying in the surf and pointed.

"There."

The people followed as they walked down the beach. The man kneeled down looking at her before feeling her pulse.

"She's still alive, help my carry her."

Two others picked up Cinema like a wet rag doll and carried her into the jungle.

At that exact moment a very dazed Jack stumbled on the beach nearly a mile away, looking at the plane wreckage and survivors. For a brief second his eyes scanned the beach for the two women he met at the airport. As crazy as it sounded…seeing them might make him realize this really happened, that he wasn't dreaming. The first was a woman he met at a bar…Ana something…the other was that nice girl with the tattoos…Cinema. Stumbling on the beach, Jack couldn't believe what had just happened.

At that exact moment Cinema's body was carried and then carefully set down on the ground right outside of the small little farm. A place hidden deep in the valley.

"Ben!"

The man with the gray hair yelled. Within moments a man and a woman appeared. Another man with an eye patch stood in the doorway watching.

"We found one! She was alone! I think you better take a look! You won't believe this!"

The man named Ben walked out with the blond woman following behind, her eyes looked displeased. Stopping, Ben kneeled down and used his hand to roll Cinema's soaking wet body over. The piece of metal made his stomach roll. Right away the woman with the blond hair looked down with slight interest.

"She was alone?"

"Yeah, don't know which part of the plane she was on…found her washed up on shore, look Ben."

Ben looked closer, pushing Cinema's damp hair out of her pale face. From the looks of it she was dying. Right away his eyes focused on her and darted back up at the man with the gray hair who had his arms crossed.

"Richard's off the island isn't he?"

Ben glanced over his shoulder at the blond woman who looked away.

"Yes…he had some things for me to do…"

"Well let's hope she doesn't die before he gets back, he won't believe it."

Ben stood up, wiping his hands on his pants.

"I don't even believe it Tom."

He looked at the blond woman again.

"If your still along with our agreement, you'll help them take her back…she's bleeding out fast."

"I won't be able to save her."

"You will Juliet, other wise I would hate to see what Richard would do to you if you didn't."

Juliet stared down at the young woman before feeling completely helpless.