"Do you know where you're going?" you blurted out after 3 hours of walking in what seemed like an endless circle. Jack had led the group far forward into the jungle without so much as stopping to take a sip of water or relieve himself. It touched you that he was so dedicated to finding Sayid, but you had to wonder if there was an alterior motive behind the dedication. Him and Sayid had gone out into the jungle by themselves the night you nearly drowned, and Sayid refused to tell you why. You hoped that this had nothing to do with that, and that he wasn't having to pay for something the both of them did.

"Are you all right?" Sun's husband Jin asked in his thick Korean accent, looking back at you. He looked sincerely concerned. You nodded.

"Yes, it's just hot," you replied, pulling your water from your bag and taking a sip. "I'm fine now." He smiled and turned to face forward again. You sighed, shoving the bottle back into the bag and began to kick at the dirt and pine needles as you walked. Doubt filled your heart as you continued on, you might not ever be able to find Sayid in all this jungle...but you hoped the love you had for him and he had for you was strong enough to lead you to him.

You had never been in love with someone so much before. You had never even been in love with anyone until now. It was an almost frightening feeling, but you welcomed it. Sayid made everything seem like it was okay even when it wasn't. The burden you had been carrying through the jungle seemed to lift off your shoulders slightly as you thought about this and you smiled a little. He would be okay. You would both be okay.

You began to think back to life before the Island, specifically back to when you were 18 and a newly high school graduate.

Walking home from the graduation ceremony, you were carrying your gown in one hand and your cap in the other. Your mom and dad had left immdiately after you walked across stage so they could get home in time for the season premiere of their favorite show. They were material people, never caring about the important things in life. Not that you were important to them...

You had chosen to get a psychic reading that day. As you were crossing Main St. in your hometown of Manhattan, you had noticed a tiny business tucked into the corner of a plaza and your curiousity led you inside. There was purple everywhere and the woman inside was draped from head to toe in the color as well. You smiled when you saw her, short and plump with nails as long as her fingers. She welcomed you immediately, her eyes bright with excitement. You could tell she hadn't had many customers in a while.

Not much that she said interested you. She told you that she didn't see you leaving Manhattan for a couple years, but there was no way you were staying there longer than you needed to. It was only until she got to your love life that you began to really listen.

"I see a man in your future," she said, her eyes squeezed shut as she held your hands tightly in hers. "He's much older than you."

"Who is he?" you asked.

"I'm not sure," she said. She paused for a moment. "But you're going to fall in love with this man." You laughed.

"I've never even had a boyfriend and I'm supposed to fall in love with a 'much older man'?" you asked and she opened her eyes to look at you.

"You are meant to be with him." You just stared at her as a chill ran through you. Could this possibly be why you were so turned off from every male in your entire school? Your parents were Christians, and they always told you not to worry and that God was saving you for the right person. You didn't believe them then, but maybe it was the truth...

You took a breath.

"Well...where do I meet him?" She gripped your hands again and shut her eyes, tilting her head up towards the ceiling slightly.

"I see a beach," she said and your heart fluttered slightly. "There's a fire...and lots of people."

"So...we're gonna meet at a party?" you asked. She furrowed her brow and shook her head.

"I can't say for sure," she said. "Are you planning on taking a trip soon? Perhaps overseas?" She was silent a moment and then she looked at you and said, "Australia?" Your heart stopped.

"I...was planning on studying abroad there in 2 years...how did you..." You paused. "Am I going to meet him there?"

"No," she said, "but I can't see past you going to Australia. There's too much negative energy in the way." Your insides squirmed.

"Negative energy?" She nodded, letting go of your hands.

"I can't tell if it's attached to your or him," she said, "but I feel it is leaning more towards him." You smiled.

"I don't know, I'm a pretty unlucky person. It could be attached to me."

"It would be stronger in your presence, dear." She sighed and closed her eyes again. She didn't say anything for a few minutes and then her eyes snapped back open and she shook her head.

"What?" you asked.

"I just can't believe I can't read any further for you. I'm so sorry." You smiled, reaching in your pocket for some money.

"Don't worry about it," you said, "you've let me know that I'm not gonna be alone for the rest of my life, so that's a plus for me." You slid three 20's across the table to her. "And worth every penny."

"Dear, the reading was only 20 dollars." You smiled again, standing up.

"I know." Tears rushed into her eyes and she stood up, grabbing hold of your hands graciously.

"You come back any time, dear," she said, grinning. "And please, after you meet this man and come back to Manhattan...please bring him by so I can meet him." You felt tears begin to line the bottom of your eyes too and you blinked them back.

"I promise I will." You leaned forward and hugged her before walking out of her back room. You grabbed your cap and gown and left.

A strong flood of emotions burst through you as you remembered this reading you had had 2 years before. You gasped and looked up at the back of everyone's head and realized you had fallen to the very back of the group. The beach, the fire, the people. That woman had seen you meeting after the plane crashed, that's why you didn't meet in Australia. Your heart pounding, you began to have flash backs of the day of the crash.

The raging fire.

The stretch of beach.

The frantic people.

Sayid.

You remembered watching him run through the sand that day, dragging people from the wreckage of the plane and dragging them over to Jack. He had looked over to you at one point and hurried over, examining your arm and head.

"You're bleeding," he said to you but his voice sounded distant in your memory. You barely even remembered this until now. "Come with me." He grabbed your arm but it was painful to move, so you pulled away. He turned to say something to you and that's when Claire started screaming about being in labor. He ran off without another word.

"Oh God," you blurted out, stopping in your tracks in the middle of the jungle. A few people turned back to look at you, including Jack up front.

"Keep going straight, guys," he said and maneuvered past them to you. You looked up as soon as he was standing in front of you. "How are you doing?" he asked. You swallowed, your voice having gotten dry from the flood of memories. You breathed in sharply as a shocking realization fell over you and tears welled up in your eyes as you said what you said next.

"I knew the plane was going to crash."