It was late, and it had been dark out for a few hours now which meant that it was at least 10 or 11. I was sitting next to Sawyer who had slid off the log on the dirt next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me, and when I looked up at him he smiled weakly.

"You know Daisy, I'm actually kinda happy I got stuck on this rock…"

"Why in hell would you be happy?" I asked with a slight laugh.

"Well, for one thang. I can't be Sawyer here. That's for sure and for certain."

I just smiled as he snaked his arm around me, and held a stick into the fire with his other hand. It had been a long night, and I was getting tired.

"Sawyer, we should think about gettin' some rest... we got a long way back tomorrow…"

He agreed and scooted over onto the grass. He closed his eyes and I watched him. His chest rose and fell slowly. He was peaceful like the night sky above him, and for a moment I could see myself crawling up to him and snuggling in his arms, but I didn't. I just rolled over and rest my head on the log, so I was staring at the open part of the hillside.

By early morning, I was awake. The sun was rising and I quietly got up and reached for my pack. I grabbed a couple mangos and my knife, and started peeling them. When I'd gotten them peeled, the sun was glistening on the dew of the grass, which had soaked my pants in the night. It sparkled like someone had sprinkled glitter all amongst the grass. I crouched next to Sawyer and brushed the hair that had fallen in his face behind his ears. He stirred and his eyes fluttered open and I held the mango out in front of him. He looked at me, and then at the mango, and back to me again. A smile grew across his mouth, and he began to sit up. "Mornin' belle."

I couldn't help but smile. He took the mango from me, and bit into it; the juice dripped down his back-hand. He looked around, seeing the morning sun and dew.

"We should wake them up and get goin'," I suggested.

"Whats the rush, sunshine?" he asked in his sweet southern drawl.

"I'd like t'get a real meal in. Maybe Boone an' Locke caught another boar." I smiled.

"Yeah; all this fruity stuffs makin' me feel like less a man." He looked at the mango, threw it to the side, and hopped up. He stood from kneeling and he towered over me. He stretched, his shirt rising above his pant line. I stared for a moment, and then looked away.

Sawyer scratched the back of his head and started to gather his things. I walked over and started to wake Sayid and Shannon.

When we'd gotten back to the beach it was about 1. Sawyer was reluctant to find that something had destroyed his tent.

"Boar hooves," I said. "Looks like just one."

Sawyer looked around and shook his head in anger.

"You want some help?" I asked as he started to organize some stuff.

"No..." he mumbled. "I'll get it…"

I smiled weakly and walked away and left him to his business. I asked around to see if anyone knew anything about Sawyer's tent. Finally I'd seen Hurley had moved his fishing to Sawyer's side of the beach. I walked up to him.

"Hurley," I called as I kicked off my boots, and walked towards him in the sand.

"Yo," he said, glancing back.

"Did you... see a boar near Sawyer's tent..?" I asked awkwardly.

"Uhm, actually... come to think of it dude, there was a piglet in there, and then a big one came and chased them out, and then like he started to tear the place apart..." he said.

I sighed, "Oh... thanks Hurley..."

"We would have tried to like... get it away, but like it looked pretty angry."

"It's okay Hurley... he's just a little... confused." I laughed.

He nodded and went back to his fishing. I walked back to Sawyer and told him what Hurley had told me. He shook his head and scowled and just continued about his cleaning.