You guys are so awesome with your reviews and whatnot. First conversation's here, with Charlie!

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Sometimes you can tell when you're being watched. This is what Miles thought the man was thinking when he looked up from his guitar.

"Who are you?" the boy stood up and walked over to Miles. "Is that what happens when you die? You just appear?"

"Yeah," Miles said. "You appear in the spot you died at."

"That explains why I woke up floating in water," the man shrugged. "Who are you?"

"My name is Miles," Miles explained. "Who are you and how did you die?"

"I'm Charlie," Charlie said. "I drowned."

"Were you in the plane crash?" Miles asked.

"Yeah I was," Charlie said. "It was pretty exciting, in a bad way. The only good thing that happened was that I met this beautiful girl who- dude what's up?"

Miles had suddenly jumped out of the way of a spirit crab that was scuttling towards him. "You can't get hurt here," Charlie told him. "See?" Charlie made a sudden movement towards his guitar and hurled it at Miles' head. Miles ducked right on time.

"What is wrong with you?!" Miles shouted as he hit the sand. His elbow hit a rock that was embedded in the sand. He felt no pain, but his body did.

Charlie was laughing. "Hey, man, it won't hurt you. You're dead."

"No, I'm not," Miles growled, brushing sand off of him.

"Denial," Someone behind him said. "That's the first step."

"Hey Boone, what's up?" Charlie nodded. "This is Miles. He's afraid of being hurt."

"It's hard to get used to," Boone said to Miles. "But you have to accept that you're dead. You should've seen Shannon, she was so freaked." He put on this fake high-pitched falsetto. "'I can't be dead! It is so bad for my figure!'"

Charlie laughed and Miles scowled. "I'm not dead, seriously. I can just communicate with dead people; I'm one of few people who can. So I'm alive, and I'm here, I can't get hurt, but my body can."

"Yeah, that's nice," Boone rolled his eyes. "Did you die from, like, a hit on your head or something?"

"No, I'm serious!" Miles assured them. "Ask-wait, have you two seen Naomi?"

Boone looked confused and said "Who?" while Charlie said "She's dead?"

"Yes, she's dead," Miles said. "Your buddy John Locke threw a knife in her back."

"Good," Charlie said. "Her boat wasn't coming to rescue us like I thought, but I told Desmond that it wasn't the person's boat that we thought it was."

"Don't say 'good,'" Miles almost yelled. "It's definitely not good; in fact, it's probably the worst thing that could've happened! I was on her boat."

Charlie's grin faded to a look of worry. "Whose boat is it? It's not Penny's, right?"

"No," Miles said. "But I might as well tell you that it's her father's, Charles."

"I died so Jack could call for rescue," Charlie went on. "He called you guys? You're on the island?"

"Whoa, now, don't get too excited," Miles said. "Yeah, he called us for rescue, but if you don't know, your group split into two groups: Those who think we're there to rescue them, and those who think we're here to kill them."

Charlie looked even more worried. "Are you?"

Miles thought a second before answering the same way he did with Hurley. "Not yet."

"Well, you're mad that you're dead and that Naomi's dead, so you could be lying," Charlie said.

"Or he could be telling the truth," Boone put in. Charlie glared at him.

"I'm not dead," Miles said again. "I'll bet you, seriously, fifty bucks says I'm not dead."

"We'll ask Naomi if we see her," Charlie said. "Fifty it is."

"Hey, you got all the time in the world," Miles said. "We can go look for her. I want to see her anyway."

"Hey, can I throw a fifty in there too?" Boone said. "I'm on Charlie's side. You are so dead."

Miles started walking again, this time in the jungle. He really had no idea where he was going; Naomi's body was on the boat so that wouldn't help at all. He felt lucky, though, and was confident they'd find her.

Miles became irritated that Boone and Charlie were so rowdy and were yelling and running. Boone pushed Charlie into Miles once, causing Miles to hit a thorny tree branch. He yelled at them, but once again they assured him that he was fine because he couldn't feel pain.

Miles heard footsteps ahead. He thought it could be Naomi, but when he walked forward with Boone and Charlie, there was a Nigerian man holding a large stick threateningly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Its okay, Eko," Charlie assured him. "Miles here doesn't think he's dead."

"I know I'm not dead," Miles muttered under his breath. "Eko, is it? You surely must have heard of people who can talk with the dead. I do it for a living; that is, before I got on the boat that is going to kill all of your friends."

"I admit I have," Eko said. "But I believe that such people are frauds, or are an acquaintance of Satan."

Miles looked quite alarmed and said slowly, "Okay, well forget I said anything then. Have you seen someone named Naomi?"

"I have seen someone that is unfamiliar to me," Eko answered. "She was above average in height, with dark skin and an English accent."

"That's her!" Miles said excitedly. "When was this and which way did she go?"

"Only about fifteen minutes ago," Eko told him. "And she was walking east."

"Okay, see, now you'll know that I'm not lying," Miles said. He led the way again through where Eko had pointed, shouting "Naomi!" every few minutes.

Miles was thinking of how much better the boathouse sounded when Charlie started singing. Boone occasionally joined in, but, thankfully, Eko seemed quiet.

They heard another rustling in the bushes. Miles stepped through. "Naomi!"

"Miles!" Naomi said, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"They have me captured," Miles explained. "The man that killed you has me locked up. Some other people have Faraday and Lewis, and Lapidus headed back to the ship, I think, with two of the survivors. I got bored just sitting there."

"Oh, so you're alright?" Naomi asked. Miles nodded. "Good."

"Yeah, alright besides the fact that he croaked," Charlie added in.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Miles said impatiently. "I am not dead. Are you that stupid that I need to spell it out for you?"

"Naomi, please, you were on the same boat as this nutcase," Boone said softly. "Tell him he can't be here if he's not dead."

"Sorry," Naomi shrugged. "He's not dead. He can-what is it you do, Miles?"

"Separate my spirit from my body," Miles finished for her. "Therefore, be able to talk to ghosts. Looks like I just got an extra hundred bucks from this."

Boone and Charlie reluctantly pulled their wallets from their pockets. "So how many people live here?" Miles asked them.

"A lot," Boone answered. "We can introduce you to some of our close friends."

The group of five set off back towards the beach. "You said that our friends split themselves in half," Charlie said. "You want to tell us who's on what side?"

"No," Miles said as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Are you going to anyway?" Eko asked.

"Sure," Miles shrugged. "I don't know all of them, but on Locke's side-the side that thinks we're there to kill you-there's Locke, of course, some overweight guy, a jerk with a southern accent, Ben, whom they have captive, and a French lady and two teenagers. Oh, and there's this Australian chick and her kid."

"I understood that completely," Boone said sarcastically. "Well, I got Hurley and Sawyer from that."

"Claire!" Charlie exclaimed. "She joined Locke's side…but I thought Desmond said she was going to get on a helicopter and get rescued!"

"Well I guess he lied," Miles said. "Because we're not taking any of you home, and she's on the right side."
Once they arrived at the beach they saw two girls tossing rocks out into the waves, and another girl sitting on a towel in the sand and watching them.

"Shan!" Boone yelled. The girl on the towel looked over at them.

"What do you want?" Shannon shouted back. Boone beckoned them to follow as he walked over to her.

"Shannon, this is Miles, and Naomi," Boone introduced. "They're from a boat that Jack called. They came to the island to rescue our friends."

"Correction," Miles interrupted. "We're here to capture Benjamin Linus and then kill all of your friends."

"Don't listen to him," Boone told Shannon. "He's just trying to scare you."

"How is Sayid doing?" Shannon asked them both.

"I don't know," Miles said, though he clearly didn't care. "I don't even know who that is."

"He's-," Shannon began, but Miles never got a chance to hear the rest.

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