Author's Note:

I apologize if this is a boring chapter. It's sort of filler, I suppose. But I promise things will pick up in the next chapters. Seriously.

Oh, and I don't own Lost in any way. At all. Sadly.

Go into the room with the flashing yellow light. Flip a switch. The light stops flashing. Everyone gets rescued. Except for me. I drown. I drowned.

"I don't understand… He was sleeping soundly, I called him for breakfast, and when I walked into his room, he was in a cold sweat and shouting names I have never heard before."

Megan Pace's voice was just above a whisper. She glanced back to her son who was breathing heavily on his bed, still unresponsive. He would stir every few minutes, giving her reassurance that he was still somewhat alive. She was hesitant to call the hospital. She hated hospitals. Besides, it was probably just a fever, nothing to worry about. A simple head-cold.

"It's not like there is anything wrong with him! He has always been a healthy boy. Just yesterday he was playing ball with Meggie."

A second pair of eyes was staring into Charlie. Liam's eyes. He was just as, if not more, concerned about Charlie than his mother. He and Charlie were more than brothers, they were one person. The two had been inseparable since birth. They had the same desires, same friends, and same life. When Liam was getting into trouble, Charlie was right at his side. When one was hurt, the other's heart ached. They could feel each other's emotions. Except this time, Liam couldn't feel Charlie's pain. It was like Charlie was… dead. Nonexistent.

"Mum, this doesn't feel right," Liam tried to explain. "I normally can, I dunno, sense Charlie's pain, but this time, it's like he's not even there. It's so strange."

"Oh, Liam, don't give me that nonsense now! This is serious! Charlie is very sick," Megan responded, scolding her eldest son. She never thought him to be the type who thought up ridiculous claims. That was always Charlie's place in the family. He would always write silly stories or play make-believe. She just wished he was playing make-believe today. Megan turned away from Liam and walked over to Charlie's bed, gazing nervously at his trembling body. Crossing herself, she began to pray silently. Liam came up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"He'll be fine, Mum," Liam promised his mother. "I'll go get the car ready."

Megan's head twisted around to stare hard into Liam. The only time she had been to a hospital was when her grandmother was suffering from pneumonia. She could hardly stand up during the visit. Both of her children were home-deliveries. She hadn't even been there when Karen had given birth to her granddaughter. A hospital was where dying people went. Not her son. Now was not the time to be going into a hospital.

"No," was all she said. Her eyes fell back onto her darling Charlie. His eyes were clenched tight as if he was concentrating hard, trying to remember an important detail that was eluding him.

"I'm going to wake him," Megan muttered. She placed a gentle hand on Charlie's arm.

"It's time to—"

Before Megan could finish her sentence, Charlie shot bolt upright, fear written on his weary face.

"CLAIRE!" Charlie cried out, startling Megan and Liam. Charlie began gasping for breath, holding onto his chest, repeating inaudible words. Slowly, his breath steadied. His eyes tried to roll back into his head, but he was fighting to keep them in focus, keep his eyes open.

"D—don't let m—me close my eyes… again…" Charlie panted holding onto his mother for balance. "I don't want to see it…"

Another morning, another day spent on the Island. Another day wasted. Just an average day. Jack and Juliet were sitting near the ocean talking about God knows what, Sawyer was buried in another one of his books, Kate and Sun were gathering clams from the water, and Claire was with Aaron.

Claire. I miss her. But she's here. So why do I miss her? But I'm not here. Then where am I? Obviously I am here, on the Island. That was a terrible dream I had… Drowning. Desmond. Mikhail. Damn him. I can't believe he did that to me. Except none of that happened. I never ended up in my parent's house. I mean, come on, if I were to die, the last place I would want to end up would be at my family's house. Try somewhere with my band playing a big show. That's where I would be.

Okay, Charlie, get it together. Go about your life as normal. Yes, silly Charlie. Silly me.

"Charlie!"

Who's calling my name…? Ah, Hurley! How could I have missed him? And what's wrong with…

"Charlie, everyone is—" Hurley fell to his knees. Now it was visible. He was bleeding from a head wound. His eyes were white.

Charlie tore his eyes away from Hurley to look for help. Except, everyone was on their knees. With a stream of red running down their face. And eyes whiter than snow.

"Claire!" Charlie shouted as he ran full speed over to where she had been playing with Aaron. Blood. So much blood…