I hear noises. People screaming. Some one yells 'WALT!' at least five times in a row. The voice sounds familiar. But it couldn't be, I think- he blew up on the freighter...

I mentally yell at myself for thinking that it couldn't be Michael because his character had died, and not because he was a fictional character. That shows just how obsessed with this show I am...

I finally open my eyes and look around. It's day-time. I see the plane wreakage in front of me. People are running around. Some one is trapped under the plane wing. A man in a suit runs over to help him.

I have to force myself not to scream- from both fear and obsessed excitement. I'm in LOST! In LOST! As in, inside the TV show! And from the looks of it, the pilot episode.

Jack runs over to help Claire. I look around, and spot the still-turning engine. I remember that it's going to explode, and start yelling at people to get away.

The chaos continues for a few more minutes. I spot Jack going off into the jungle. I remember that Kate is going to help him sew up his side.

Finally everything calms down. I see some people stacking up firewood and run over to them. Most of them are just random people- redshirts. I spot Sayid in the group, he's going over to some one else. I grin and start helping the others stack firewood. I'm humming as I pick up the firewood. Most people would be wondering how I could be humming a song after I was just in a plane crash, but the fact that I was inside my favorite TV show helped.

"Hey. Is that what I think it is?" I recognize the voice immediately and look up, grinning. It's Charlie. I resist the urge to squeal like a fan-girl and just nod at first.

"Yeah, it's uh, it's DriveShaft." I say. He already knows that, stupid. I tell myself. "And you're Charlie Pace. Th-the bassist." Ugh, I wish I didn't stutter so much!

"Yeah!" He looks really excited that I actually know who he is. "Ya know us!"

"Of course I know you guys!" I'm still grinning. I don't think I'm going to stop any time soon, either.

"Well you already know me, obviously I'm Charlie." He said. "And you are?" He holds his hand out.

"Layla." I say, shaking his hand. I quickly pull away though- it's Charlie after all! I'm a fan-girl, there's no way around it. Just wait until I tell Sarah! I met Charlie! I shook hands with him! I think happily.

---

Night comes. I'm sitting on the sand with my legs crossed, looking around at everyone. I spot Hurley handing two trays of food to Claire and smile. I start to wonder how I got there, but then I decide that I'll figure it out eventually. I was on the Island now, after all- with polar bears and smoke monsters and creepy immortal guys. Anything could happen. Speaking of smoke monsters, I heard a really strange noise coming from the forest. Here comes Smokie... I think, turning to look at the jungle. I hear a few people talking about it quietly.

"Might be monkeys. It's monkeys, right?"

"Sure it's monkeys. It's Monkey Island."

---

It's the next day. I'm with a group, now. Michael, Walt, Charlie, Sayid, Boone and Shannon. I try not to interact with Boone or Shannon much- I know they're both going to die soon. Hurley comes walking up. "So, I was just looking inside the fuselage... It's pretty grim in there. You think we should do something about the, uh..." He glances at me and Walt, who I think is supposed to be ten. That makes me five years older than him. "B-O-D-Y-S?" Hurley finishes.

"I know h-how to spell, Hurley. So d-does Walt." I say. "A-And you spelled bodies wrong." I can't help it, I hate when people spell things wrong. I have to correct them.

"Hey how'd you know his name?" Michael asks. I look over at him.

"What?"

"How'd you know my son's name?" He repeats.

"I uh, I heard you yelling it before. A-After we crashed." Well at least it was half-true.

Michael doesn't get a chance to say anything else- Jack comes up and announces that they're going to look for the cockpit. He gives Boone some instructions on what to do with the injured people.

---

Time passes. It's night now- raining, too. I'm hiding under some of the debris to keep out of the rain.

"Hey, dude?" I look up and see Hurley.

"Hi." I give him a small smile.

He comes under the debris with me. "How come you're like, always alone?" He asks. "I mean like, didn't you come with your parents or something?"

I sigh. I knew some one was going to ask me that eventually. I don't really like lying to them, but I don't also wanna have to explain to them that I came from an alternate dimension where their lives are a TV show. "They uh, they died in the c-crash."

"Oh. Well sorry dude." Hurley says sadly.

"I-It's okay." I tell him. I shake my head 'no'. "I'll be f-fine." I offer him a smile.

"Well if you say so..." Hurley replies. "So, your name's Layla, right?" He asks.

"Yeah." I nod.

"Layla what?"

Well, I knew that was coming too. "Blake." I answer quickly. It's the first name that pops into my head. I almost wanted to say that it was 'Reyes', just to freak Hurley out, but he's already kind of crazy, so...

"So like, what do you think that thing was?" He asks.

"What, you mean the noise?" I stop looking at the water and turn to face him. "It could be anything. Dinosaurs even." I laugh.

"Yes! Dude I was thinking that exact same thing!" Hurley seems happy. I laugh some more and shake my head a bit. It's going to be fun living on this island. Definitely.