Sawyer trudged through the jungle grumpily, holding the recorder Locke gave him in one hand. Boy, how his feet hurt! He really regretted not going back to put on his shoes before chasing that bald bastard. But he thought the journey would be a short one.
And the man he just killed – the one whose name he had been using all these years. Is he happy now that he is dead? Sawyer doesn't know… he didn't want to kill him, he just wanted to show him the letter! To let him know how he had destroyed his family. Why can't he control his rage? He has already murdered one guy by mistake in Sydney. Now he has killed another guy in cold blood, who, strictly speaking, just 'took the money'…
So bent on his thoughts, Sawyer did not notice the dart on the ground. It was the agonizing pain that shot up his left foot that brought him back to his senses.
"Ouch! Son-of-a-bh". Sawyer sat on the ground immediately and brought his foot up for inspection. He was not as lucky as the last time when he had his boots on. This time, the whole dart pierced through his sole and his already battered foot was bleeding profusely. He pulled it out in one breathe but that only caused the bleeding to intensify.
"Sh, why is do these people throw their rubbish all over the place?" Sawyer hissed, angry at himself for being so careless. He took off his T-shirt and used it to press against the wound. The bleeding seemed to slow down a bit but it was still damn painful.
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling noise in the jungle. Sawyer looked up. The trees around him are all shaking…