After many sleepless nights Claire was relieved to find that Sawyers fever had broken. The worst was over. Now it was mid after noon as she tip toed back in her bedroom to check on her patient. Cautiously she lay her hand upon his forehead; as if expecting his fever to spike back up at any moment. She sighed relieved to find tha nothing had changed since the previous time that she had checked.

She moved quietly to the window, and opened the curtains. This aloud the suns rays to seep through and dance gracefully in blotches on an opposite wall. Again she heard Aaron begin to cry from down the hall, and as she went to leave the room she froze. There was the familiar sound of the squeak and rustle of her bed. She heard him grunt.

"Drat.." He scoffed. "It was all a dream." Claire struggled to hear the muffled words. She walked back over to the side of the bed. Sawyer shifted his position and ran his hand across hisd eyes. "We were never rescued were we?" He beckoned. "I fell into some wierd coma or something..and it was all a dream?" He prayed he was wrong but he had too know.

"No." He could see her face, heard the familiar sound of Aarons crying. He would never forget that cry. "We were rescued." She assured him. Claire had to chuckle at the thought though; what a horrible night mare that would have been. Sawyer was rightly pleased to hear this.

"So where am I?"

"I'll answer that question and any other questions that you have as soon as I go get Aaron." Sawyer watched as the Australians patite figure departed from the room.

Memories that he had forceably secluded swarmed him. Memories that would be with him forever, memories... The tedious and horrible torture that he Kate, and Jack had been forced to endure after they had been taken as captives by the others. He remember the anger he had felt when Kate had chosen Jack over him. But now; all of that- all of that was in the past. They were back in the real world again. They were civilized.

Claire came back into the bedroom, with Aaron cuddled in her arms. He noticed that she had not changed since he had last seen her. She did not appear a day older than nineteen.

He watched mutely as she took a seat beside him, something about her being there comforted him. Dispite the circumstances that surrounded him.

"First question." The statment made decisively.

"Where am I?" He wanted to get to the point.

"A little town just outside of Lancaster, Pennsylvania." She told him. "So little infact that you probably wouldn't find it on a map."

"Aint that swell."

"The day we were rescued- when our plane landed in LA, I decided that it was best for both myself and Aaron to get as far away from anything that would remind either of us of the island." She explained. "Moving as far away from LA as I could seemed the best possible answer at that time." Sawyer nodded.

"Thats understandable." He told her.

"Yah, well-" Her voice trailed off and suddenly she seemed distant. Like she was back there, reliving everything. Then in almost a seconds time she was back with him. "So I would imagine you're probably hungry then?" Now that he thought about it he was famished.

"Starving." Claire stood to her feet.

"Very good. I'll go make something. Don't go anywhere..." With that she made her exit, once again leaving him alone.

"Where do I got to go?" He asked himself.

XXXX

Claire scanned the contents of her refridgerator. Anyone who would see it would be gravely disapointed in her. Claire presently checked the freezer.

"Salseberry steak and curley fries will have to do." She told herself stirnly. Nonchalantly she retrieved the two frozen bags just as the doorbell rang. Claire sighed, and more forcefully than she had intended slammed the items on her counter top. She made her way to the front door just as the door bell rang again.

"Madison-Conner?" She asked surprised to see two of her neighbors children standing on her door step. The girl was older about twelve, and the boy about nine years old. There skin was tan, and she knew that they were of Hawian discent. "Is something wrong?"

"No." The older one, Madison, assured her. Conner handed her a flyer.

"Whats this?"

"Its a flyer for our play. We'll be preforming it at our church this sunday and we wanted to know if you would come."

"Well- I uh-" She was hesitent at first.

"Please!"

"Well ok." What harm could there be in it?

"Good! Told yah so.." Remarked Madison. Conner snorted.

"So-- look all the information is on the flyer! We've got to go though mom is expecting us for dinner. Bye Claire!"

"Yeah glad you're coming."

"Bye guys." Claire watched as they ran off towards home. Unsure of what she was in store for.

Authors Note:Sorry typed this up before Lost not going to bother to spellcheck