Sawyer entered the hatch and found it empty. He remembered how not too long ago they had swore never to leave it empty again. Laughing to himself, he went to leave.

"Hey."

It was Sun. Sawyer supposed she was on duty for a while since no one else was filling his or her post.

"Is Jack around?" Sawyer asked her as she came slowly out of the computer room. She looked pale and worried, like everyone else on this island. As though something bad was expected, like it wasn't all over.

"No, he and Kate left," she said quietly. She looked almost scared of Sawyer, she had stopped at the doorway and came no further. "Why, is something wrong?"

"The kid…I mean Satine, she doesn't look too hot. I know Jack was giving her some medicine before the whole thing happened but he hasn't done that in like two days. I think she needs it," Sawyer said carefully. He wasn't sure of her feelings towards Jack anymore. Her and Jin hadn't made it clear whether they still trusted Jack.

"He's made it pretty clear he's not caring for anyone anymore," she said bitterly and Sawyer's suspicions were confirmed. "So don't expect anything from him."

"I just need the antibiotics," Sawyer sighed. "Thanks anyway."

"Um…" Sun stepped forward as Sawyer went to turn away. He looked at her curiously. "If you need help getting it, I have a…"

"I have one too," he took the gun from his pants and showed it to her. She nodded, looking slightly discontented. "So is that the way we're going to get things we want now?"

"It gets things done," she said strongly, not blinking. "We have to survive."

"We've been surviving fine up until now. Why is it all changed?"

She didn't say anything for a moment but looked away.

"Because we don't know whom to trust anymore," she said as the alarm went off. "I hope you find Jack. If I see him I'll let him know you need him. But I suggest you take matters into your own hands."

She turned and left him, going to put the numbers in the computer. As Sawyer left the hatch, the alarm stopped and there was silence again.

Kate limped back to the beach by herself. She was bitter, angry, and upset. Her head was spinning as she tried to make sense of everything. They were alone now. Her and Jack were now some kind of outcasts among the survivors. But why didn't anyone have anything against Sawyer? Everyone had to know he had been in on it too. But she wasn't trying to blame it all on Sawyer, she knew it was all her fault. Yet it made no sense to her.

They wouldn't last long without a doctor. The psychosis of not having one nearby would make them all sick. Soon they'd be panicking, and people would get angry. She knew how this would turn out if things didn't return to normal.

Yet it all came back to Satine. No matter what way you thought about it, she was the reason for all of this. Now that Kate thought about it, the person everyone should be hating is Satine. This scared her slightly because she was wondering if there would be attempts on her life now. People would blame the discontent on her, and possibly do something about it. Kate quickened her pace, the pain in her leg almost completely gone as she hurried along. She needed to find Sawyer and make sure he was protecting Satine. As much as Kate would love to blame it on her, she did nothing wrong.

Kate came to the fork in the path. One lead to the caves and the other led to the beach. Standing in the middle of it were Charlie and Claire.

"I don't want to!" Claire was shouting angrily, clutching a screaming Aaron to her chest. "Just forget it!"

"Let me do this!" Charlie begged. He was holding his arms out to Claire. "I want to see what happens."

"And risk his life? You're nuts, Charlie," she snapped, moving to storm away. He touched her shoulder and she turned around. "No, Charlie."

"What if she wants to hurt him? What if your dreams are true? We'll never know! But if I'm there, she can't hurt him!" he was pleading with her. "Claire, if anything were to happen to you or Aaron I don't know what I'd do. I need to make sure of this."

Claire seemed indecisive. She looked down at Aaron who was crying loudly and then up at Charlie. They hadn't seen Kate yet because she hadn't come all the way around the bend. Kate had a strong suspicion they were talking about Satine.

"I won't let anything happen to him," Charlie said quietly, moving closer to Claire. She seemed to retract from him and then loosened up. "I promise."

She carefully handed the baby over to Charlie, who then kissed her cheek. She looked terrified and put a hand to her mouth.

"Go wait in the hatch. I'll come right there and let you know what happened," Charlie said softly. "Okay?"

"Charlie, if she…if she makes any move…you run, okay?" she was crying, wiping her eyes frantically. "Just run. Don't try to fight. Scream, call for help."

"I have my protection," and he nodded towards his belt where Kate distinctly saw a gun. "I'll be back."

Claire kissed Aaron's head then walked away towards the caves. Charlie stood there for a moment and then Kate came around the corner.

"Hey," Kate said as Charlie turned at the sound of her feet.

"Oh hey," he looked uncomfortable and shifted Aaron awkwardly. "What're you doing up here?"

"I was coming back from the valley," she said, walking beside him slowly towards the beach. "Where's Claire?"

"She's taking a walk, I'm watching Aaron for a bit," Charlie looked away. Kate wondered if he'd say anything about what he was doing.

They walked in silence for a little while and then Kate spoke again.

"So what do you think about all of this?" she asked quietly. "I mean, everyone has guns now and…"

"It's that bloody girl's fault," Charlie erupted suddenly. Aaron had just fallen asleep and he looked startled, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It's all gone downhill since she arrived."

"But she's just a girl. How could she have…"

"Nothing has been the same. She was taken and they should have kept her," she snapped bitterly. "Now she's giving us all weird dreams."

"Weird dreams?" Kate looked confused. She hadn't really slept much in the past two days. "What are you talking about?"

"Everyone's had the same dream that I've spoken to. Everyone's is different, but they're basically the same. There's always Aaron in it, lying alone on the beach. The tide is coming in and no one's around. Then that girl is there. She's there, and just watches as the tide brings the baby out to sea. And she's just there, standing there and watching and doesn't do a damn thing!"

"It's a dream, Charlie," said Kate carefully.

"Then why did everyone have it? Ask anyone, ask Sayid or Rose, or her bloody husband! They all came to Claire and told her about it!" he had to keep lowering his voice, forgetting the baby was asleep in his arms as they walked.

"You said everyone's is different," Kate asked.

"Yeah. At the end of everyone's, it's not Aaron in the water it's someone else. Just as the tide takes him, it turns into someone else. For Rose it was Bernard, for Sun it was Jin," he shook his head discontentedly. "It's too bloody creepy."

"Who was it for you?"

Charlie stopped walking. They had reached the beach and were standing at the entrance to the path. The sun was getting lower in the sky and cast shadows on the trees.

"It was Claire," Charlie said quietly.

He just looked at Kate for a moment before heading off towards Sawyer's tent.

"Stop that. Spit it out," snapped Satine's mother angrily from her place in a hard plastic chair in the doctor's office. "Chewing gum is nasty."

Satine rolled her eyes in the typical teenager fashion and spit the gum the two feet into the garbage pail. It stuck to the wall but she had no time to get up and throw it out because the door opened.

From where she sat on the cold metal table of the examining room, Satine could see the handsome doctor looked concerned. His normally smooth brow was furrowed and his lips taut. Satine felt her stomach sink.

"Well, we got the results," said the doctor. Satine's mother's eyes narrowed. "Your blood count was low."

"What does that mean?" Satine asked worriedly. Her heart was hammering.

"It could mean a lot of things. It explains why you kept fainting at soccer practice. It also explains how thin you are. But it doesn't explain one thing," and the doctor crossed his arms, his clipboard in one hand. "It doesn't explain the bruises."

Looking away, Satine's eyes rested on her mother whose face suddenly became grim. Her eyes were bloodshot and Satine knew she was hungover. The only thing Satine was grateful of was that her mother hadn't drank that morning, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they would make a stop at a liquor store.

"I play soccer," Satine said quietly, looking down.

The doctor nodded, not content but willing to move past it.

"For a fifteen year old girl, you're normal except for those facts. We'll do an MRI and CAT scan in the morning to rule out any forms of cancer…"

"Cancer," the word caught in Satine's throat like poison. Her hands began to tremble. "But…what are the chances of that."

"Well, with the rate that your white blood cells are decreasing, slightly higher than normal. But you're young and if that is the case, we can start treatment right away," he sounded optimistic but inside Satine was crying. Her head was swimming with the word. "But I'd like to speak to you alone."

They both turned to face Satine's mother, who looked slightly dazed. When she realized what he had said, she stood, looking angry.

"I will not leave my daughter in here with you alone!" she snapped.

"Mom, please," Satine begged. "Not now."

"No! I will not have her molested!"

So she had drunk this morning, Satine thought sadly.

"I can assure you, nothing of the sort will occur. I need to ask her some personal questions that I would rather you not in the room for," the doctor said firmly. Satine felt grateful that he was protecting her this way. He was so handsome, she thought sadly. But his wedding ring was shining in the light of the room, as were the few grays in his hair.

"I won't leave."

She sat down stubbornly and crossed her arms. The doctor took a deep, steadying breath and then turned to Satine.

"Has your mother or father ever struck you, hit you, punched you, or injured you in any way that has left a mark, bruise, or caused you to bleed?"

The question was so straightforward, so fast and hit her so hard she didn't have a chance to prepare. Her face had given it all away as she stared at the doctor and then her eyes drifted to her mother sitting behind him, giving her glares. Satine didn't want to hurt her mother, she'd only begun to drink a few months ago but it had gotten steadily worse. The last time it had been bad was two weeks ago, and the bruises hadn't faded which scared Satine even more.

She looked into this young doctor's eyes and wished she were older, wished she could jump forward and kiss him and have him carry her from the room. They could go get married and spent their life together somewhere. But her fantasy was fading. Her dreams of getting away always seemed to interfere with reality.

And then she was staring into his eyes again.

"No," she said softly.

She could see the disappointment in his eyes as he nodded, taking down a note and then left the room.

Satine woke up and stretched. She was in pain, worse pain that earlier that day. She needed the antibiotics badly. The feeling she had wasn't a good one. She had been sick long enough to know when something wasn't right.

The sun was low in the sky and she couldn't see Sawyer anywhere down the beach. But she did see Charlie and Kate talking at the entrance to the path. Charlie was holding Aaron and looked very serious. Finally he left Kate and headed towards where Satine sat just outside Sawyer's tent.

"Hey," Satine said as Charlie came and stood above her. "How's the baby?"

"Fine," Charlie snapped. He didn't look very happy. He bent down to kneel in front of her and seemed to shove Aaron in her face.

"What are you doing?" Satine asked as he held it before her. "Charlie, where's Claire?"

"She's gone for a walk," Charlie snapped, unsatisfied. He shook his head. "So, you like babies?"

"I love babies," Satine said quietly. She didn't feel that great and didn't need Charlie harassing her. She'd heard what he'd been saying about her. It hadn't been anything sweet. "But Charlie, shouldn't you be…"

"What? What should I be doing?" Charlie demanded angrily. Aaron had woken up and looked fussy.

"What are you…"

"Hey!"

Sawyer came storming out of the jungle towards the tent. He stopped right beside Charlie and when he saw the baby stopped.

He'd had a dream about Aaron only the night before. Aaron had been on the beach, and the tide had come in to sweep him out. The kid had been just standing there, watching it all happen. And then suddenly it was she in the surf, her lifeless body floating with the waves…

Snapping himself back to reality, he looked at Charlie angrily.

"What are you doing in my tent?" Sawyer angrily spat as Charlie stood and backed away. "Get the hell out of here!"

Charlie gave them both a look before hurrying off down the beach as Aaron began to cry. Sawyer sat down beside Satine and sighed.

"What was that all about?" he asked her as she watched Charlie retreat with worried eyes.

"I don't know. He…he doesn't like me," she said quietly, averting her eyes and then looking at Sawyer. "Something's going on."

"Tell me about it," he shook his head. "Jack wasn't at the hatch. Someone said he ran off."

"Where?" she asked quietly, looking down at her shaking hands.

"Maybe to find that damn polar bear. The guy needs some company," Sawyer laughed at himself and then saw how worried Satine looked. "I'll find him later."

She nodded, trusting that he would. She felt tired again and said she was going to lay down for a while. Sawyer didn't mention that she had just woken up from an almost three hour nap. He just let her lie back down on the mat and close her eyes. When she had been asleep almost ten minutes, Sawyer stood up. The sun was setting over the ocean as he headed off to find Claire.