Danny Jordison opened his eyes and felt immediately confused. He was laid on his back, looking up at a night sky with a man watching over him. He thought he was dreaming but when he shut his eyes and opened them again, the scene was the same as before - a starry, clear night sky and the same man looking over him but instead this time he was talking to him. It took Danny a few seconds to focus and understand what the man above him was saying. "Hey. How are you feeling?" asked the man. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. He had a shaved head, with just enough hair to cover his head and two cuts on his left cheek. The injury made Danny want to check himself but the questionable look on the man's face made him answer a weak "Yes, I think so." Well he thought he was okay, he thought, He couldn't feel any injuries, he just felt dizzy and tired. The man above him introduced himself as Jack Shepherd and that they had crashed on an Island. The news shook Danny and to begin with he couldn't believe it. He thought this must still be a dream but when he looked up and around at the scene that confronted him, he could see plane wreckage and frightened and shocked people who sat in the sand, staring out to sea or into fires. He laid back down and looked back at Jack. His expression had changed as he returned the look and his eyes showed only sadness. Danny could sense something was up and he suddenly thought of his friend Kyle, who he had been travelling with. He quickly sat up again, searching for his friend among the many survivors. The quantity of survivors surprised him, there must have been 30 at least alive he thought. He searched again for his friend but it was too dark and he could only see half of the faces of the survivors as the firelight made their faces glow and darken with shadow in parts. Jack put his hand on Danny's shoulder and told him to lay down because the effects of his concussion may not of subsided yet. Doing as Jack said, he laid back down again and took a deep breath. "Where's my friend, Kyle?" he asked urgently. Jack sighed and passed Danny a bottle of water. "He didn't make it. I found him bleeding to death with a piece of shrapnel impaled in his neck. He was unconscious at the time, he wouldn't of felt anything." He watched Danny absorb the news, giving him all the time he needed. He felt sick and felt a cold sweat forming on his back. He squeezed the bottle in shock and took a few deep breaths. "Oh hell, Kyle's dead? Bloody hell." He felt Jack's hand on his shoulder as he continued to try and stay calm, just looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do." Danny looked back at him. "You a doctor then?" he said, he voice only a whisper. "Yeah, yeah I am. I know it sounds stupid that a doctor couldn't save him…" He stopped as Danny turned over and was sick on to the sand. "Okay let it out. Maybe your concussion's worse than I thought." He waited for Danny to turn back over. "Well, I feel fine. But anyway it's not your fault. Who could save a guy with shrapnel embedded in his neck?" Jack managed a weak smile. "His body is over with the other corpses. You can go over and see him when I'm sure your up to it. I found you knocked out over by one of the engines, you have a nasty bruise on your head and a cut or two on your chest but except for that you're as good as anyone here." Jack nodded to the water bottle still in Danny's hand. "Keep drinking, you need to keep hydrated." Jack watched him unscrew the bottle and take another drink from it. Then he just laid there. Jack felt sorry for him, even just losing a friend was bad enough. Not to mention waking up realising you've crashed on an Island with a doctor already giving you a diagnosis on your injuries and ordering you to keep drinking. "You want a bit of time alone?" he asked. Danny nodded but still didn't say anything. Jack stood up and spotted Kate, one of the most unmarked survivors of them all. Jack joked with her earlier that she must of floated down in the crash because she was completely unscathed except for a bruise or two. "Poor guy." she whispered to Jack. "Yeah but at least he hasn't lost any family on the plane. He was only travelling with his friend." he whispered back. "Wow, he looks young for travelling across the world with only a friend." Kate suggested. "He's 15, so was his friend, Kyle. It was Kyle's birthday four days ago." Jack started to walk away, gesturing to Kate to follow him to give Danny some space. Kate looked back at him, suddenly feeling for him to of lost a friend after probably a happy time with his friend celebrating his birthday.