Kate walked trough the dirty ally and watched a few rats leaving their garbage bags as soon as they noticed her.

She hated this life but she knew she had no other choice than to continue it and hope that someday thing will become better.

She knew they wouldn't but there was no harm in hoping.

Kate knocked a few time on the door and waited until someone opened it. "No one noticed you ?" "Would I be here if they did ?"

Ray opened the door and let her in, he was another fugitive which she met thanks to her father.

He had an excellent hiding place in the centre of NY and she was almost sure of the fact that no one would look for her here.

"You didn't forgot the liqueur didn't you ?"

"No I didn't and I didn't forgot the hair die as well."

She couldn't believe that a man like him who was wanted for 18 bank robbery's still thought that his supply of alcohol was more important than the fact that he had to stay out of the cop's hands.

"Yeah," he said already opening the bottle, "You can place it in the bath room, there's a letter for you in the kitchen."

Fifteen minutes later she set herself down with a cup of coffee and the letter trying to ignore the fact that the bottle she brought was almost half empty again.

She knew almost for certain that he wouldn't die his hair today.

Kate,

I keep on wondering where you are and how you're doing.

I can't stand it that I have to continue sending these letters to your father and not have a right to know where you are.

I just wish there was a way we could meet and that I can feel you close to me again the way I had you close to me on the island.

I love you so, so, so much. Don't you ever forget that.

I know that I will probably receive a no on this request and I can't stop but wondering why I even try.

Maybe it just is cause I love you so much.

Please Kate, I can't stand to be alone like this every single night and wonder were the hell you are.

Jack.

Kate's eyes started to fill with tears, she wanted him to, she needed him so badly and the fact that he loved her and send her these letters made her come trough every day.

But he wasn't lying next to her in the nights and that was what made her feel so empty.

"Ray ? Where is the pay phone money ?"

"the payfdjtiq what ?"

Kate nodded and left the room grabbing her wallet and walking outside, he probably used it all when he visited the bar last night.

She couldn't allow it any more, while she was locking herself away from the man she loved so she wouldn't get caught he would visit the bar every night having the risk that he would get caught.

"It's a dark bar Kate and most of the men are to drunk to even recognize me."

Maybe he was to drunk to think clear.

She closed the door behind her putting her sun glasses and grumpy old base ball head on before she walked on the busy street and walked straight to the cell phone.

She putted some money in it and dialled the phone number she wanted to call so many times before, ever since he left it in one of his letters.

"Jack Shephard."

"Jack, it's me, Sam Austen."

Jack knew immediately that it wasn't Sam Austen but Kate, the relieve of hearing her voice again made him almost drop the glass he was holding.

"Hey Sam, how are you doing."

"I'm fine, I heard you were such a fan of the red socks and I wondered. I wondered if you could go to one of their games with me. We can meet on the parking lot."

"Ok, sure, which one ?"

"The sooner the better."

"How 'bout the one of tomorrow evening ?"

"That's perfect, I'll be in company of a blond woman if you can't find or recognize me."

"Blonde ?"

"Yeah, blonde, bye Jack."

"Bye."