Laura Everett sat in her living room, winding up the spool of thread. She had been promised a good sum of money for this thread, rare Indonesian silk. The bell in the shop rang. Laura went to the front. "Hello?", she asked?
"Hello mam." It was the woman who had asked for the thread. "Is my thread ready?"
"Yes mam." She went to the back and fetched it. "Will I be payed now?"
"Indeed." The woman, who wore a mask to conceal her identity, handed over a briefcase and took the thread, then left.
Laura blinked. Where was she? Last thing she remembered was being with... that woman. Had she been abducted? She was in some sort of cave... and there was nobody there. Glancing around a bit, Laura ran out of the cave. The cave must have been lit, because it was nighttime. Laura didn't care. She ran.
Aaron snuck out of the house he was sharing with Claire. He went over to where Ben was working on something, he wasn't exactly sure what, but it was supposed to help them get off the island. He shivered. It was cold out here, and he was in his thin pajamas. He looked up at the sky, at the stars. He was learning the names of some constellations, and recognized the Big Dipper. Or was it the little one? Then Aaron looked into the woods, and suddenly he was curious. So into the woods he went.
Alvin finally went to sleep, and she was alone. She pulled out the string of rare Indonesian silk - the last thing she needed - and began to slowly unravel the thread.