Cecilia stood behind Claire, who held her newborn son, as they stood quietly. All around them, stood the other castaways, wearing grim expressions on their faces. A few people began to step forward, dropping wild flowers into the freshly made grave. Cecilia looked around at the faces of her fellow survivors. She looked at Shannon, who stood silently, her eyes red and bloodshot from the tears she cried the night before. Sayid stood next to her, with his arm wrapped around her waist.

Tearing her gaze away from them, Cecilia stepped forward and stood at the edge of the grave. Looking down, she saw the blue tarp and the rope. Her gaze moved towards the face of the person wrapped up within, and her grip tightened on the flowers she held in her hand. For she was staring at Boone's face, covered in dried blood and gashes. Cecilia felt her eyes water, as she dropped the flowers onto the tarp and she moved away. But instead of taking her spot behind Claire, she made her way down to the shore.

From where she stood, she could hear the commotion and the shouting. But she did not turn around once. It wasn't that she didn't care about what had happen in the last twelve hours. It was just too hard to grasp. Hours after the funeral, Cecilia was still standing at the shore. It was now dark, and dinner was being put together by the survivors. A fire roared to life, as people chatted about nothing important.

The cold water washed over Cecilia's bare feet, and she wiggled them around in the wet sand. Up on the beach, Kate stood with Sayid, and she watch as Cecilia stood still. Kate knew little about the woman that stood by the shore. At the funeral, she watched as Cecilia walked away after setting the flowers into Boone's grave. Kate continued to cut the fruit that was gathered at the beginning of the week, glancing down at Cecilia every so often. Sayid noticed this, and decided to speak.

"What is wrong, Kate?" he asked, as filled a water bottle up.

Kate looked over at him and shook her head, "Nothing. It's just..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Sayid frowned, "Just what?" he asked, stopping what he was doing.

Kate sighed, "You see that girl down by the water?" she asked, nodding over to Cecilia.

At Kate's nod, Sayid looked down towards the shore, and set his eyes on the petite woman standing still.

"She's been standing down there for the last seven hours. She didn't even turn around when Jack and Locke got into their fight," she said.

Sayid picked up another water bottle and dipped it into the makeshift well, "Everyone reacts differently to death, Kate. Look at Shannon. She's been in her tent since the funeral ended and isn't talking to anyone either," he said.

"But it's just weird, Sayid. This girl hardly talks to anyone and she's always standing down by the water," Kate said, as Sayid placed a cap onto the bottle.

"People behave in mysterious ways, Kate," he said, before walking off towards Shannon's tent.

Kate sighed softly, and glanced back at the shore. She was shocked to see that Cecilia was no longer standing at the shore. Kate looked around at the groups of people standing by, but didn't see the girl anywhere. Shaking her head, Kate went back to cleaning and cutting the fruit. Tomorrow she would set out and introduce herself to the girl.