It was over. They were safe.

They had made it back to the main land where over 20,000 people were camped up in airport containers which were still too small for them.

Owen was trying his best to occupy his mind by helping with the wounded and lost while Claire sat with Zack and Grey until their parents came. Every two minutes, Owen would turn his head back to check if they were still there, still safe from the terror they had been through. Each time, Claire turned her head towards him and gave a reassuring smile. Owen couldn't help but wonder if she was checking on him, too.

He was assisting an injured man find his way back to his family after being stitched up by paramedics when he turned back to check on Claire and the boys. Two unfamiliar objects stood in his view of where they should have been sitting which made Owen panic. He turned his head back round to face the injured man's family and sped up as he walked towards them, eager to get back to a suitable spot in which to see them.

As he laid the injured man down on the floor and accepted the thanks of his wife, Owen moved back towards the paramedics station, sure he would have a better view of Claire there. Once he reached it, he turned his head towards the spot in which Claire had been sitting – but she had gone. His heart started to race as he scanned the room, desperately searching for her in the crowd of people.

Finally, he spotted her directly opposite him, looking directly at him with a shy smile on her face. Owen breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her and started heading towards her. They met in the middle of the shed

, the sun beaming through the door onto their faces.

"What do we do now?" Claire had said as she approached.

Owen considered her question, in all honesty he only had one answer for her

"Stick together? For survival." Owen added. He saw Claire look down with an embarrassed smile before looking up at him again.

Owen smiled back to her before they turned and started heading for the door, their arms not quite touching, but brushing each other's arms as they walked in silence.

As they reached the door, they took in the hot sun in what felt like hours, as it scorched through them. Owen realised that his tension was starting to fade, he was starting to feel safe more than he did only moments ago.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Owen saw coaches starting to arrive which would help these people get to the nearest, any. Hotel that had spaces for the night. Most people had been awake for all day and all night, only sleeping for moments at a time when their minds would allow it. Claire and Owen were the last on the ferry away from the Island and refused to leave before every last person had boarded, he was exhausted and he could see Claire was too.

"My apartment is close by here" Claire had said before continuing "My family are coming to stay with me so they can get some sleep"

Owen turned to face Claire, he didn't want to leave her just yet. Who knew where the coach was going to take him – there were thousands of people. He could end up hours away. He knew as soon as Claire spoke that she spotted the terror in his face.

"You will come too. Wont you?"

Owens face immediately relaxed. He wasn't going to be made to leave her after all.