Hours later, Kate, Jack and the others were finally able to calm the blazing flames with the ocean's saltwater, which thankfully, was right near it. Not many passengers survived, considering it was a very big plane, but there weren't that many people left on the island to help Kate and the others save the passengers. The now shriveled, burnt up plane was still burning hot, fiery to the touch. Only able to save about half the suitcases that were from the plane, the group set them aside so no one would trip over them. Right now, Sawyer and the others were focusing on the actual survivors.

A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. "Brings back old memories, doesn't it."

Sawyer turned around and his eyes met with Claire's. "Yeah... it does."

Cameron awoke to an agonizing pain in her head. She tried to open her eyes, but found it hard to, as the sun's blazing rays hit her straight in the face. Opening her eyes more slowly this time, she groaned in pain as she sat up. Her vision was still hazy, making her have to squint to see things. Cameron could see people running back and forth, carrying suitcases and medical supplies, and occasionally, some bodies.

But they weren't just regular, human bodies. These were bodies burnt to the bone. Cameron could see that the badly burned bodies were being thrown into the vast, salty ocean that was surrounding the piece of land that she was currently on. What the hell is going on?

Looking to her right, she suddenly saw Chase sprawled out on his back, still unconscious. Oh god. Please don't let him be dead.

Crawling over to him, she felt for a pulse at his wrist. Thankfully, it was strong, but she could tell that he would need medical help, because of the blood that was currently flowing from his arm. Must've gotten cut or something.

As soon as Cameron's eyes fell on the now deceased plane, she finally realized what had happened. The plane... oh no.

Cameron ripped off her sweater and wrapped it around Chase's arm, applying pressure to it so he wouldn't lose anymore blood.

"Miss, are you okay?" A soft, manly voice asked her.

She turned around and saw Jack standing there. "Uh, yeah... I'm fine."

He nodded. "You're lucky. With all of the people that died in the crash, its a wonder that you're still alive."

A flash of horror suddenly crossed Cameron's mind, as she realized that it was a possibility that House and Foreman might be dead. "Um, did you happen to see a man with a cane around here?"

The man shook his head. "No, sorry... there's really not that many survivors left, though... feel free to look around."

Cameron nodded. "Thanks."

As Brennan slowly awoke, she saw the frantic people running around her. What in the world is going on? She suddenly looked at the things surrounding her.

Trees. Ocean. Sand. Where the hell am I?

Brennan heard a soft moan and saw Hodgins lying next to her on the soft, warm sand. "Hodgins.. Hodgins, you alright?"

Looking over, Hodgins nodded. "Yeah... my head is killing me, though."

"I think we crashed." Brennan told him.

"What do you mean?" He asked her, clearly not seeing the plane.

Brennan sighed. "The plane, Hodgins... we crashed. That's how we got here." A sudden thought flashed through Brennan's mind. "Where are Angela and Booth?"

As soon as Hodgins heard his girlfriend's name, his eyes widened. "Angela... oh god... she has to be around here somewhere."

"She and Booth can't be too far." Brennan said.

Hodgins nodded. "Exactly... if we were thrown by the plane, then-"

Brennan interrupted him. "No, we weren't thrown... somebody must've carried us here. There's no way that we could've gotten this far."

Hodgins stood up. "Come on... let's go find Booth and Angela."

On another side of the island, House was sitting up against a tree, but with no cane. Patting his pocket which held his Vicodin, he knew that he only had a couple left now. Damn it... I knew I should've gotten a refill before I left.

A blonde-haired woman suddenly ran up to him, out of breath. "Sir, are you injured?"

"Do I look injured to you?" House asked her, annoyed.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Jeez... I was just trying to help. Lots of people dying, here."

"Yes, I can see that." House told her. "I'm a doctor... I think I can tell if someone's in pain or not."

She put her hands on her hips. "Then why don't you come and help? You're not injured."

House groaned. "Actually, I am injured... I can't use my leg. I'm a cripple for god sakes."

The woman looked at him, confused. "But you said that you weren't injured when I asked you."

"Everybody lies." House told her.

"Claire! Come and help!" A man yelled to the blonde.

"Coming!" She yelled back, and glared at House, before walking away. "Bastard."

House rolled his eyes. "Hey, how'd you know what my nickname was?!"