Rue's eyes flicked open. She sat up and peered around the dark tent, not quite sure of what had woken her. Twinkle and Daisy were still fast asleep with their hands linked. Rue and Twinkle had spent most of the previous night comforting Daisy, She was pretty distraught after what had happened to Ana Lucia and Libby. Rue got up and walked the few metes to the sand. She sat down at the smoldering ashes of last nights fire and flicked through a magazine left there. She snorted in disgust at the headlines concerning Shane Warne's scandalous text message affair. There was a time when she might have been interested. Not in Shane Warne of course but in other social gossips, though mostly she bought the magazines for the pictures. Her and Twinkle's Attic bedroom back home was covered in posters of film stars, bands and moviemakers as well as photos of friends and drawings she'd done herself.

A horrible feeling crept up on her as she realized with a jolt that it was no longer her home. She pushed the realization away, already too much of it in the air.

She continued to flick through the pages until she came across an A4 size promotional poster for Pirates of the Caribbean, JOHNNY DEPP!! For a moment she couldn't help but wonder if there might actually be a god. Johnny was her Hero and it'd been so long since she'd seen a picture of him. Struck with a sudden inspiration, Rue jumped up and ran to Sawyer's sleeping quarters. He had magazines. She'd never been able to get her hands on them but she'd seen him with them.

She crept into the dark of Sawyer's cubby, ignoring his light snores and thanking her luck stars that he didn't sleep naked. As her eyes adjusted she looked around and silently searched the place for the prize. She lifted the cushion on the plane seat and hit the jackpot. Magazines, books, even a game-boy.

"Shell will enjoy that." She thought. She grinned to herself as she stole away through the trees with the loot after leaving a quick note in Sawyer's stash.

Sawyer, I stole your stuff, hope it doesn't impair our friendship. Love…

She left the name blank, couldn't make it too easy for him. She hurried along to the hatch after leaving another quick note for Daisy. Twinkle wouldn't be awake till about midday.

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Daisy Yawned, stretched and sat up. It took her a few moments to remember why she felt so horrible and as soon as she did she felt like curling up again under her blanket. Instead she sighed, forced herself to get up and resigned herself to another long depressing day in jungle world. Twinkle was drooling steadily on her improvised pillow but Rue was nowhere to be seen. Daisy picked up a note in a familiar untidy scrawl and laughed.

Dearest Daisy-chain,

You may have noticed that I'm not here but you needn't worry because I'm perfectly ok. I haven't been, you know, snatched from my bed or anything but then again if I had and it was really the Others writing this, well then I suppose they would say the same kind of thing hay? But its not, it is me and in the end there's probably no way for you knowing who has written this. I'm telling you now that it's me in the hatch. Although if this was the Others then that is likely to be a trap and it probably wouldn't be very safe to go to the hatch. Now I'm starting to ramble.

Ok, now reading back over that I think it's pretty clear who wrote it but that's just my professional opinion. Once again…open to interpretation.

Love always

Rue

"Trust Rue." Daisy muttered to herself. She got up, dressed, picked a spider out of Twinkle's hair and made her way through the cool misty morning to meet Rue.

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"Oi! You!" Sawyer burst into the girl's dormitory to find a startled disoriented Twinkle. She squinted, bleary eyed, from the blinding light pouring in though the open tarpaulin flap.

"Ever heard of knocking?" She mumbled. "I could've been getting dressed!"

Sawyer just looked at her in disgust. "You're drowning in your own saliva, and anyway I might ask you the same question."

Twinkle screwed up her face in concentration while attempting to pull a pair of pants over her head and trying to comprehend what he said. He took pity on her and decided to lay it out straight.

"Someone was in my tent last night and stole my stuff!"

Twinkle slumped back to the ground and rolled over, either not having heard or not having understood. She was dozing within seconds.

"Oh no you don't sleepin' beauty. I know you three are in on this. Now where are the other two?" He picked her up off the ground and settled her down on two feet with one swift effort. Twinkle muttered some indecipherable protest and swayed on the spot.

"Can't this wait till morning?"

"It's bloody midday!"

Twinkle peered at her left wrist, forgetting that her watch had never survived the crash, while sawyer stomped around the small tent rummaging through suitcases and kicking clothes around.

"Son-of-a-bitch."

"Now S…S…Sawyer," Twinkle turned to him, stifling a huge yawn. She shook her head violently. "What exactly is your problem?"

"I woke up this morning and you lot have moved all my stuff around and taken my magazines!" Twinkle folded her arms and looked at him skeptically. "Don't look at me that way sweetheart, I know you've got something to do with it and you're not gonna get away with it!"

Twinkle nodded.

"Uh-huh, and how do you feel about that?" He turned to face her.

"What are you now, my shrink?"

"No of course not!" She said dismissively though the idea stuck with her and she milked it for all it was worth. He woke her up after all so Twinkle feigned a look of resignation and sighed. "Sit down Sawyer."

He obeyed thinking he was going to get some answers. She sat down opposite clasped her hands together and continued in her most patronizing tone of voice.

"Now, I am certain that if we work really hard and strap our thinking caps on reeeeally tight, then we can find a solution to your predicament." She glanced casually around as though looking for something. "Wish we had some butches paper." She added more to herself.

Sawyer got up.

"Shoulda known better than to waste my time trying to get a straight answer out of you!" He said, frustrated.

"Now, now," Twinkle called after him as he walked out. "That's not the right attitude to have." She laughed at his retreating back and vaguely wondered what he'd actually been on about. He ignored her last comment and stormed off down the beach.

The problem with the girls was just that, they were girls. It was Sawyer's nature to turn violent when things didn't go his way but he wouldn't exactly be winning islander of the year if he started bashing teenage girls.

"Is it possible that you've pissed off any boars lately?"

He was back at his tent and there was Twinkle leaning casually against a palm tree. How she got there quicker than he did he never knew.

"No we've been getting along just dandy thanks."

"That So?"

"Yeah, that's so. We did brunch that day before yesterday!"

"Hmmm I see…" Twinkle said thoughtfully. "What about the Polar bears?" Sawyer glared at her. If looks could kill…

"Mummy bear won't let them play with me anymore."

"Yes…yes quite understandable. Well then I think it's safe to assume it was Daisy and Rue. Shall we go look for them?"

"You mean you seriously had nothing to do with it?"

"You may have noticed my priorities are a bit out of whack. I hold very, very high regard for sleep."

"Apparently."

"So lets take a stroll shall we?" Twinkle said brightly.

"Where to?"

"Oh I have a hunch."

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"JOHNNY!"

"ORLANDO!"

"DOM-MON!"

Daisy and Rue's cries of delight bought Hurley from the next room where he was on button duty.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say there were a bunch of gay guys jacking off in here." Rue rolled around positively howling with laughter Daisy looked up and smiled warmly. He half-grinned back but only for a split second. Libby's death had really wrecked him. The funeral was to be held later that day. Rue calmed down and looked up at Hurley.

"We're here for you Hurley if you ever need anything." She said sincerely. "I know we haven't exactly paraded our listening skilled in our time here but we're good at it, really one of our many hidden talents."

Hurley just nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Poor guy."

"Mmm."

"But lets not wallow in despair." Rue exclaimed snapping out of the reverie. "We're here to brighten the place up after all and where the hell is bloody Twinkle?"

"She's probably flooding our tent as we speak."

"And dribbling in her sleep is one of Twinkles many hidden talents."

The girls turned their attention back to the task at hand. They were in the bedroom with the bunk beds and it was their intention to cover the whole wall in movie stars. They had done about a third of the wall when they started running out of pictures.

"Oh it's been so long since I watched a movie." Daisy groaned.

Rue had her whole DVD collection with her on the plane but they were a bit pessimistic about finding a player.

"I could kill for Peter Pan."

"Lord of the Rings!"

"Benny and Joon." The girls exchanged mischievous glances.

"Raisins?" Daisy asked.

"Humiliated grapes." They both chanted together. The girls started laughing but were stopped short when they heard a familiar voice from the main entrance.

"I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more just to be the man that walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door." Twinkle bounced into the room waving her arms like a conductor.

"Altogether now!"

"La da da!" She sang and Rue and Daisy echoed.

"La da da!"

"La da da!"

"La da da!"

"La da dundiddlundiddleundiddle un da da!"

"LA DA D-."

"Enough!" Sawyer stood in the doorway glaring the glariest of all glares.

"I thought you were supposed to be helpin' me!" He accused Twinkle rather angrily but she was not at all bothered.

"Well yeah but it's such a good song and I thought that…Oooh pretty!"

They never found out what she'd thought because at that moment she caught sight of Rue and Daisy's work. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god…CHEWBACCA!!" Daisy chuckled.

"Thought you'd like that one Twinks!"