Dare stared down at her plane ticket.

"At least we have seats next to each other," Adonia said. She held up her ticket next to Dare's and pointed to the little number in the left corner. "And first class, too. That's how all the cool kids are crashing their planes these days, I hear."

Dare forced a laugh. They were sitting in a pew in the back of the church. "You don't have to stay for me, Adonia. You should go home and pack. We leave in 45 hours and counting."

"Where are you going to go?" Adonia asked.

"I'll see if Our Mutual Friend is still there. Then…"

"Then, you can come to my place." Adonia took out a piece of scrap paper from her purse and scribbled down an address. "Promise me you'll call either way, though, okay? And I mean it. Call this time."

Dare nodded. "All right. I'll call."

"I'd better go," Adonia said. "Are you sticking around? We could grab a cab together…"

"I'm just going to stay here for a couple minutes, actually." Dare smiled up at Adonia. "I'll call you," she promised.

Adonia left and Dare waited until she heard the double doors of the church close before getting up and walking to a pew closer to the front. It was already occupied.

"Hello Genavieve," Ben said, not turning to look at her.

"Hi… Ben."

"You know I thought you were dead," he said.

"So did a lot of people."

"So, where were you?" he asked.

"If I told you that, it wouldn't be much of a hiding place, would it?" Dare asked with a smile.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"You have no right-!" Dare began, but she stopped when she heard a door to her right open. Jack stepped out with Eloise behind him. Dare had thought they'd left. She stood up. "I'll see you on the plane," she said curtly. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the church.

Back at the dock, Dare scanned the sailboats and yachts, searching for the white sails of Our Mutual Friend. Her heart almost dropped when she didn't spot it, but then she saw it, several yards farther than she remembered. She climbed on board and took the stairs down to the lower deck. All the lights were turned off. She realized that Desmond could still be out picking up Charlie from Peter's house. But, she saw a dim light coming from Charlie's room.

She peeked in and saw Desmond reading quietly to an already asleep Charlie. She smiled in spite of herself.