"Why do we remember everything if it never happened- if it never will happen?" He looked stressed. "Why does everyone expect me to know what is going on here?! I don't know. Just give me some time to think." Charlie and Claire backed away. "Charlie?" "Yeah?" "I'm sorry I never got to tell you before you died. I love you Charlie. I always have and I always will, and thank you." "For what?" "For always caring for me, and watching over me." "I love you too, Claire." He kissed her lips gently and after a few happy stares, Kate told them Jack needs to talk to everyone. "Jack?" " We remember it, even if it never happened, It's a piece of our life, and I don't really know why, but, we do, so let's all just go on with our own lives like we should have when we got off that plane." "But, Jack-" "You wanted me to tell you what to do. So there, I told you." Shannon was begging Boone "Boone let's just get out of here!" While Sayid stared at her and couldn't believe she didn't want to go back with him. He lost focus on her and turned back towards Jack, who was looking at Kate with the handcuffs around her wrists. "Sayid?" "Shannon, I thought you were going to lea-" "I remember before I died. You said you would never leave me, even when we got off the island. So I'm going to do the same." She kissed his cheek, their hands laced and he said, "Let's go." Boone was calling out to Shannon, but she ignored him. Jack sat down on a bench and began to cry. "Jack?" "Hey Claire." "Um. Charlie just, well he just proposed to me. I was wondering if, you'd like to come to the wedding." "Claire, I have to tell you something. Your dad, what is his name?" "I dunno. I never wanted to know. He was a surgeon and he had a family back in the States. That's all I know about him." "He left my mum the night I was conceived." "When I got off the island, a blonde woman was at my father's funeral. I didn't know who she was until she told me that she was the reason he was in Sydney when he died. Her name was Carol. She told me her daughter was on my plane. I had no idea, but, it was you." "Oh m- are you sure?!" "Yes Claire, I'm- your brother." "Oh, do you want me to tell Charlie?" "Go ahead. I gotta get to his funeral. " "Jack? Can I come?" He sighed. "Of course Claire." "Charlie?" She told him the story and they exchanged phone numbers with Jack, and they told him they'll be in touch. The next day they went to the funeral. Claire cried as Charlie held her close. After they left the funeral, they all stayed at a hotel in downtown Los Angeles. They discussed their situation. "We can't tell anyone what we know. What we did. Or, what we didn't do." They came to an agreement that they wouldn't see each other if they didn't want to, and they would never speak of the island again. Charlie and Claire went back to their suite; "Charlie? Do you have a place to live?" "You don't want to move in together?" "No no. I just, I have been living at my mum's house while she was comatosed. " "I was hoping you had somewhere." "Well, I was living in a loft with my brotha, but, he sold my piano and moved out. That was three weeks ago." "Oh, well, can we live there?" "In England? Claire, you deserve better than that. I'll buy you a new house." "Charlie, no." He coughed and began to shiver and sweat. "Claire." "Charlie?! What's wrong?!"
