Jack paced the hatch, his steps growing more and more erratic with every turn, his breathing becoming less even with every step.
"I'm gonna kill him."
"How?" Ana Lucia asked, watching his pace as she sat on a counter in the kitchen. "He's got all the guns."
"I'll do it with my bare hands."
"No offense Jack, but you aren't the killing type. You look a man in the eye and you see life."
"I look Sawyer in the eye and I want to club him to death with a prescription bottle."
Ana smiled. "I guess it's good he was unconscious when Eko brought him back to your camp, then."
Jack sighed, stopping in his tracks and bending over the sink. "The sun set hours ago, and Kate and Claire aren't back."
"Well, Rousseau sounds like she can hold her own against the Others. I'm sure they just got caught up in something."
Jack sighed again. "I just can't believe she didn't say a word of it to me."
Ana smiled sardonically. "Seriously?"
"What?"
"After the way you yelled at her, I'm sure she doesn't exactly want to be best buddies."
"She yelled too."
Ana rolled her eyes like she was talking to a two-year-old. Which, in reality, she might have been. "She didn't call you a lying, backstabbing bitch."
Jack looked affronted. "I never said anything like that."
"You implied it."
"Well, I didn't mean to."
"Well you should think before you speak next time you have a conversation with her."
He took a deep breath, and his head shot up when the door creaked open. Slowly, a woman Jack knew only as Georgia made her way into the hatch with a man Jack had seen around camp before, but never really spoken to.
The man nodded to Jack. "Here for button duty."
"Do you know if Claire and Kate are back yet?"
Georgia shook her head. "Haven't seen them."
Jack nodded. "Well, I'm going down there." He looked toward Ana. "You coming?"
She jumped from the counter, scooped up her pack, and set off down the hallway beside him, the two of them leaning into each other.
