Night came quicker than Ana had anticipated and so she stopped digging. There were still twelve more graves to be filled, but she was flat out exhausted and needed to sleep. A good night's sleep would help relieve her of all her grief, atleast til morning.

"Hey! Who said you could stop diggin'?" Sawyer said angrily. He was only wearing jeans now. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and he looked as exhausted as she felt. Ana sighed, he had been working non-stop for hours now. There were still a few people digging, such as Charlie and Hurley, and surprisingly enough-- Shannon. She had already buried three people and was in the middle of burying a fourth. Libby, however, had gone to rest along with Sun and Kate. Locke was sitting alone nearby, looking out at the setting sun.

Ana put her hands on her hips and caught her breath. "Look, we've been digging for hours now. Let's stop and do somemore in the morning. We've all been through a huge ordeal, and we all really need to rest. Come on, Sawyer, put down the shovel and just--"

"Well, who made you the new Chief, Hot Lips?" Sawyer drawled, "I'll stop when I wanna stop. And so will these guys."

Hurley however had stopped digging. He straightened up, red in the face. "She's right man, let's leave this til morning." He said, dropping his shovel and beginning to walk away from the graves. Sawyer stared incredulously after him.

"What? Come on, Grimace!" Sawyer yelled after him.

Hurley turned back. "And I'd kinda' appreciate it if you stopped with the nicknames for a while, dude. I don't think anyone's up to them right now." He said, and without another word he turned and began walking down the beach.

Shannon, who had been watching him go, suddenly dropped her own shovel and walked up to Sawyer and Ana. "I'm.. gonna go lay down now. I can't do this right now. I need to.. be with myself for a while." She said, and followed Hurley. A few minutes later, Charlie left without a word.

Sawyer muttered something under his breath and then glared at Ana. "Well, hope you're pleased with yourself, Ana Lulu. I guess I'll have to stop now, then, won't I?" He lowered his shovel, then straightened up and began to stretch. "Arrgh.. so.. anything you uh, wanna talk about?" He added quietly.

Ana looked at him. "No, not right now, but thanks. I think I'm just gonna hit the hay, there's a lot goin' through my head at the moment and--"

"..so discuss it with me." Sawyer cut in, grinning at her. "Come on, that's what people do when this kinda' thing happens. They talk to eachother. Only way to let it out, only way to get through the bad times, is to talk to someone."

"And why would I want to talk to you about anything, Sawyer?" Ana said, but she was smirking now. Thank god Sawyer hadn't died, she thought, He was one of the only people left with a decent sense of humour.

Sawyer shrugged. "Just thought you might wanna' talk about what's botherin' you. You just said you have a lot goin through your mind, so talk about it with me. God knows we all need to try and stay focused. Did you see Chuckie before? Sittin' in a ball and rockin' like he was goin' mad."

"Maybe he is." Ana sighed, staring out at the ocean. "Maybe we're all going mad. Nobody knows what the other is thinking, right?"

"I guess. But the way I see it, is if we were goin mad we'd be tryin' to kill eachother right now." Sawyer replied. Though he was trying to sound reassuring, his words still sent a chill up Ana's spine. Suppose that actually happened? Though Ana hadn't been there at the time, she was well aware of how Shannon had tried to kill Locke for what had happened to her brother, Boone. Suppose that sort of thing began to happen again? Suppose they all started blaming eachother for what had happened?

There was a small silence, inwhich Ana began to walk away from Sawyer and towards the ocean. When she'd found a good spot she sat down and stared out at it. She sighed, wishing a rescue boat would just suddenly appear and take them all home. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sawyer came and sat down next to her.

Ana rolled her eyes. "Are you following me or something?"

"Well, if you want me to leave I'll just be leaving, then.."

"No." Ana said quickly.

"Just as I thought." Sawyer grinned, then he buried his face in his hands.

Ana sighed and kept staring out at the ocean. "I remember.. back when we first crashed here. I mean on the other side of the island. I can remember how scared I felt, and you know what? Right now, I'm more afraid than I ever was back then." She suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia, she missed her family, her mother, Danny..

"Yeah well, I'll have you know I was scared, too." Sawyer said.

Ana raised both her eyebrows. "You? Scared?" She laughed, "I can't believe that."

"Well, there's one thing you didn't know about me," Sawyer said, "I get scared more than you think."

Ana chuckled, but her smile faded almost immidiately. "This makes me think about when we had to bury the people when we first crashed. They all just.. started dying. It was almost unbearable. And then when they came during the night.." Her hand clenched into a fist, "When they took the kids.."

"Hey," Sawyer said, putting an arm around her, "We're gonna find those son's of bitches. And when we do.." He took the gun out his pants, "I'll kill 'em. For you, for everyone who's still here. They killed Jack, Claire, Jin, Sayid.."

"And they took Aaron." Ana said sadly, "Why do they want kids? I just don't get it."

"They're just sick, twisted bastards. All of 'um." Sawyer said angrily, his voice shaking. For a moment Ana thought he was going to start crying, but he didn't. "I don't get where Mike's at, either. He ran off a couple of weeks ago.."

"Maybe they killed him." Ana said quietly. "It's like they enjoy killing people. It's sick."

"Yeah, an' Eko. He ran off into the jungle.." Sawyer sighed, "They probably got him first."

"Eko was there for me when I was near the breaking point," Ana said, and Sawyer could feel her body shaking, "If they've killed him I'll kill every last one of them. I mean it, after what they've put us through.."

"There's about ten of us and god know's how many of them. I counted about thirty before, and there's probably more." Sawyer said abjectly.

Ana stared at him in disbelief. "And? I'd rather die than do nothing about it. What are we going to do? Just sit around here and wait 'til they come back to finish us off? I won't do that.." And with that she began to cry. Soon she was howling, and so he wrapped his arms around her. She squirmed a little but he held her tight.

"We're gonna get them," Sawyer said softly, kissing the top of her head, "I promise. I won't let anything happen to us. Any of us."

Her crying ceased after a short while, and he felt her relax in his arms. After a while he glanced down at her and noticed that she was asleep. He sighed and held her close, not wanting to disturb her slumber. They sat there for atleast another half hour, while he watched the sun go down, at the same time vowing revenge against them, the people who had done this.