Shannon opened her eyes to a tarp canopy. It crinkled in the wind but stayed secured to the branches it was held up with. She turned her head to see a beautiful ocean and beach. Her heart sank. No matter how beautiful this island was it was a trap to her, one she'd never get out of. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. She'd been so sure she'd gotten out. Gotten away. She could hear people moving around on the other side of her makeshift tent. Muffled voices. She just sat there and stared out at the water until the voices started to become more clear.

"What makes you think I know what's going on?" A woman asked.

"Aren't you a doctor?" This time a man, with a scottish accent.

"I'm a fertility doctor, not a pharmacist."

"What about Daniel?" Shannon's ears perked up when she heard Sayid's voice.

"Jack already asked him. He doesn't know anymore than we do. In fact, he's not even experiencing what we have."

"Shannon." She heard someone whisper her name, not from the direction of the other voices but from towards the ocean. She rose up out of her tent, brushing the sand off her knees and started towards the water.

"Shannon." A little louder this time and it was definitely coming from the water. She reached the edge of the beach where the waves splashed her feet. A large dark shape floated towards her. It was a person. She waded out into the water until it was up to her waist and grabbed the person under their arms. It was then that she realized who it was.

"Boone!" She shouted and slightly shook him, trying to get him to wake. Blood spread out into the water from wounds on his chest and face. His eyes stayed closed, not even a flicker of movement.

"Boone!" She gave his face a small slap, trying desperately to wake him up as tears filled her eyes.

As she dragged him closer to the shore she could see another person in the water. Charlie lay face up, unconscious in the water. His hoodie fanned out around him like a cape and one of his shoes was missing.

Another, a woman with dirty blonde hair had washed up on the beach. A man with dark hair and bronzed skin was floating not too far away from the woman. Shannon turned to her other side to see even more bodies in the water. She couldn't fool herself into thinking there was even a possibility that they were alive.

Shannon stood there in the waist high water still clinging to Boone's body when she saw Sayid's a few feet away. Her stomach dropped, as awful as she had felt a few seconds prior it was now so much worse. Still holding onto Boone, she struggled against the tide to get to Sayid. Boone seemed to get heavier and heavier the further she went. Sayid was already floating away from her, further out to sea.

She was now out far enough that she had to really swim to keep afloat and the waves were slamming into her face, obscuring her vision. Sayid was just out of her reach. She swam so far out trying to get to him that she could no longer even see the shore. The extra weight from Boone's body was wearing on her and she was having trouble keeping above the water. A large wave hit her hard and his arm slipped from her grasp.

"No!" She cried and took a big gulp of air before plunging down into the water. It was crystal clear below the surface and she could see more people were sinking down to the bottom. Sun and Jin were only a few feet away. Someone who looked like Locke was already at the bottom of the shallower waters. Boone had sunk a good 30 feet down already.

Shannon kicked her feet hard and used every bit of strength she had to push herself down to him. The water darkened quickly. She bumped into someone and was startled to see it was a very beat up looking Jack. Seeing him like that spooked her. But she had to get to Boone. She could see a hand sticking up and she grabbed it and pulled. It wasn't Boone. It was that blonde woman she thought she'd seen in that dream. The one with the startling blue eyes. disappointment flooded Shannon's body. Then the woman's eyes shot open.

Shannon's eyes opened as she gasped for air. She was laying in a bed. She didn't know where she was for a few seconds before her brain got back in gear. It had been a dream. The sheets were soaked with sweat and Shannon felt shaky and weak.

"Shannon?" It was the same blonde woman from her dream, whichever one really was the dream.

"Yeah? Who are you?" She tried to put her "bitch face" back on but the dream had been so vivid and so real it was disorienting.

"My name's Juliet." She paused. "You don't look so good." She said as she stretched an arm across and put her hand on Shannon's forehead. Shannon shook it off.

"I'm fine. Where's Sayid?" She tried to get out of bed but Juliet pushed her back down. There was an intensity to her gaze that kept Shannon from trying again.

"He's with Jack and Desmond."

Shannon let out a sigh of relief. "What about my brother?"

"He's in his room. I think Kate's looking after him. We've all been taking turns on you guys." She smiled softly and then added "I don't think Sayid has slept since the lab released us."

Satisfied that Shannon wasn't going to try to get up again Juliet leaned back in her chair that was situated by the bed. She grabbed a book up off the floor. Needful Things by Stephen King. Shannon averted her eyes and started just looking around the room but every so often she'd sneak a peek at Juliet whose focus seemed to be solely on her book. Shannon was determined not to talk to her, but after a few minutes her curiosity got the better of her.

"Were you on the plane?"

"Um, no. No, I wasn't." Shannon let that sink in a bit.

"So, you're one of Them. An Other."

Juliet put her book down. A sad look overtook her face.

"Yes." Shannon tried to gracefully slide to the other side of the bed but since she was tangled up in the slightly damp sheets she ended up flailing around.

"I swear I'm not going to hurt you. It wasn't like that with me." Juliet didn't leave her chair but once again that same intensity swept over her eyes and it was like Shannon couldn't not believe her. There was something to the look in her eyes that both frightened and comforted Shannon. It was a controlling look but not an overpowering one. But if Shannon was sure of anything it was that she was not in control of anything that happened in this room but Juliet sure was.