The Skipper woke up with a start and, sitting up, looked around. He was still on the boat, but there were trees nearby. Getting up, he hopped over the railing and landed on the sandy beach. Still confused, he walked around to the back of the boat to check its condition. Looking up, he saw Gilligan, resting on the railing, and shook him, "Hey Gilligan." He took a few steps away from the boat before looking back, "Gilligan!"

Gilligan sat up, hearing Skipper's call, and began to worry, "Oh my gosh! Man overboard." He hurriedly got to his feet, ran to the side of the boat, and jumped over the side, "I'll save you Skipper!" He hit the sandy ground and lay there on his stomach, looking embarrassed.

Rolling his eyes, Skipper walked over to Gilligan and, grabbing him by his belt loop, pulled him up into a sitting position, "Gilligan, the Minnow's been beached."

Gilligan glanced at the boat, then looked back at the Skipper, "Beached? When the storm was over and it was calm you said we'd be home in no time."

"It may take longer."

"But when the passengers wake up, what are you going to tell them?"

"I'll think of something!" grumbled the Skipper.

Gilligan blinked in surprise and looked at the boat, "How are we gonna get home? Look at those holes." Skipper frowned and grabbed his hat, causing Gilligan to flinch, "No, Skipper. I'm very happy to be here. I'm so happy, I could kiss the ground." And then Gilligan kissed the sandy beach. With a disgusted look Gilligan sat back up, spitting sand out of his mouth, "This island tastes terrible."

An hour later, when everyone was awake, everyone gathered around the radio to listen to the news, "And there is still no word on the fate of the passengers and crew who were aboard the small sight-seeing boat, the S.S. Minnow, when she sailed last Tuesday from Honolulu harbor for a three-hour island cruise. The crew consisted of a young, first mate named Gilligan. His Skipper, Jonas Grumby, is an old salt in these waters. The passenger list included one of the world's wealthiest men, billionaire Thurston Howell II and his socially prominent wife, the international hostess, Lovey Howell. Also aboard the missing boat were Miss Mary Ann Summers of Kansas and Miss Ginger Grant of Hollywood. The final member of the group was Professor Roy Hinkley, a research scientist and well-know scoutmaster. Hope for their survival grows dim… This just in, International flight, Oceanic 815 is still missing. The plane, which set off from Sydney Australia, was scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles the following morning. However, reports say that all communication with the plane was lost after a few hours into the flight. Authorities have not released any more information at this point, but we will keep you updated when more is found out. Now, the latest from Wall Street. The Dow Jones Industrial Average…" the Professor turned off the radio. Instantly, Mr. Howell ran over and grabbed the radio, "Don't turn that off. That's the best part. I mean really."

Stars dotted the sky above the beach where the survivors of Oceanic 815 were camped. Everyone had all gathered wood, as well as other flammable materials, and constructed several campfires. Now, with all the chaos and confusion dealt with, the survivors allowed themselves a break and separated into several small groups, each around a campfire.

Hugo, holding a silver tray with food on it, walked over to the pregnant woman, whose name he had learned earlier was Clair, and sat down next to her. "Hungry?"

Clair smiled at him, "Yeah. Thanks."

Hugo grabbed a foil wrapped package and handed it to her, "Any more… you know, baby stuff?"

Clair shook her head, "No… I'm okay."

Hugo pulled out a package, which contained utensils, from his breast pocket and handed it to her, "Well, hang in there."

"Yeah, you too," replied Clair as he got up and began to walking off. He stopped and, grabbing another foil wrapped package, walked back, and handed it to her.

Charlie, with a black marker in his right hand, was writing letter on four small bands of white cloth, each wrapped around a finger on his left hand. He was just finishing the last letter when the man sitting next to him, Sayid, gazing into the fire spoke, "You think they would've come by now."

Charlie turned to face him, pulling back his hood, "Hmm? Who?"

Sayid glanced at Charlie for a second before turning back to look at the flames, "Anyone."

Charlie, slightly confused, thought about Sayid's words before gong back to his writing.

Jack was sitting down next to a woman, explaining what had happened to the plane, "We must've been at about 40,000 feet when it happened. We hit an air pocket and dropped maybe 200 feet. The turbulence was…" he sighed before continuing, "I blacked out."

"I didn't," replied the woman, "I saw the whole thing. I knew that the tail was gone but I… couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the front end of the plane broke off."

"Well, it's not here on the beach. Neither is the tail. We need to figure our which way we came in."

"Why?" inquired the woman.

"There's a chance we find the cockpit. If it's intact, we might be able to find the transceiver. We could send out a signal, help the rescue parties find us."

"How do you know all that?" she questioned.

Jack smiled, "I took a couple of flying lessons. Wasn't for me."

There was a pause before she broke the silence, "I saw some smoke… just though the valley. If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you."

Jack chuckled, "I don't even know your name."

There was a moment's hesitation before she replied, "Kate."

Jack smiled, "I'm Jack."

They sat there in silence, neither speaking to the other, until a loud crashing and rumbling that was coming from the trees broke it. The noise was loud enough that everyone stopped what he or she was doing to look in the direction which the noise was coming from. The crashing continued as the survivors began to get up and gather together. The trees swayed violently back and forth as a knocking noise started up. Suddenly, an unnatural whirring and howling joined in. The source of the noise was undetectable, coming form the trees to the left, then the right, then the left again. Several more trees fell down as the whirring noise started up once more, before fading away into silence. Charlie sighed, "Terrific."