Chapter One.

The door makes a nasty noice when Jack walks into the coffee shop. He lets it to go back close slowly squeaking. He takes a quick look at the place. One of those old places where people don't usually go to get their take away coffees – they are most likely to stay in the coffee shop for hours just sitting and contemplating the miseries of the human existence.

Jack has his own fair share of them himself but he doesn't have time to think about them. He had to keep his mind occupied so they wouldn't take over his brain.

It had been three months since they were brought back to the soil of USA. Three months since the last time he saw the island they had been on. Three months since they were all scared to death on getting on the airplane that got them home. Three months since she managed to escape. Three months since the last time he saw her. Or heard nothing about her. She hadn't sent a letter nor called nor been in any kind of contact what so ever.

He glances to the girl that is making his double espresso. It would probably taste like crap but at that moment he could've cared less about it. Just as long it had some kinda kick to it and would keep him awake. It's not like he would've been sleeping like a baby lately.

The girl hands the hot cup to Jack and he takes it. He burns his palm when he grabs it and curses the girl quietly. She doesn't seem to be hearing anything and just asks him to give the 3 dollars for the coffee. Jack frowns at her with an angry gaze and tosses the coins to the counter and is heading towards the squeaking door.

After taking a brief look at his watch he decides he has time to stay for a little while longer. He starts scanning the coffee shop for an empty table but ends up having something much more interesting in his sight than a table on which to go thru the mistakes of life. In the back row tables, he sees a curly haired woman sitting and sipping her coffee and going thru some magazine. She has her back to him so he can see her properly but the familiar looking hair makes his mind immediately go flashbacking to the time that they were still on the island.

The first time that they met. How she had been afraid but he had spoken some courage to her and she had eventually sewed his wound up.

When the flashbacks are gone he is left with a tingling feeling in his lips. He just couldn't get that kiss out of his head. The desperate cry-out for help that it had first included and then it had started shifting to something else and then she had broken the kiss. Just when he was trying to get into it after recovering from the surprisement that she was actually kissing him.

He shakes his head slightly in attempt to clear his mind. He walks towards the curly hair and pats the woman's shoulder. She turns her face to him, obviously in great shock but her shock is nothing compared to Jack's.

The face and all that hair belongs to none other than Kate herself.