Sawyer went racing down the path and came bursting out onto the beach where he'd found Aaron. He turned left and ran down the beach towards where his tent was. She had to be there, she slept there every night.

He reached it and knew she was there because he saw her feet sticking out at the end. Stopping at the entrance, he looked in.

Satine was lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. She looked bad, possibly worse than she had in days. She was pale and looked as though she was having trouble breathing. Ever since Jack left, her health had been slowly decreasing.

"Kid," Sawyer was calmer than he expected to be. He had thought he'd rush up to her screaming and yelling but just seeing her lying there made him suddenly feel for her. "You okay?"

"I just feel sick," she said gently, still staring at the top of the tent. "Is Aaron okay?"

"Yeah," Sawyer sat down on the sand beside her. "I really need you to vouch for me."

"I don't remember how I got there. I think I was sleep walking. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in here. Then I was standing there and you had the baby and everyone was yelling," she sat up suddenly and looked at him. "I don't remember."

"I need you to lie, then. Because if they believe I did that to Charlie and took that kid, I'm screwed. They have no trust in anyone anymore. They'll lock me in that damn armory or something," he was desperate and she could see it in his eyes. "Please. Just say you were too scared so you ran afterward. Please."

She looked down and then back at Sawyer. Then her brow furrowed.

"Walt?"

Sawyer spun around and saw Walt standing at the entrance to the tent. He was staring at them with his usual blank stare of late. Satine looked frightened. Sawyer shook his head.

"Come with me back to the hatch," Sawyer said, noticing the sun was rising over the ocean. This would be his second night without sleep and he could feel it in his eyes. "Please."

Nodding, Satine let Sawyer help her up. They stood there for a moment facing Walt and then walked past him. Walt hadn't spoken since he'd come back, and no one even tried to speak with him anymore.

Stepping inside shining his flashlight around, Jack could barely see but by the little light he had, he saw there was a quite luxurious bed and some comfortable roughly made furniture. The bed was made of several furs and what looked oddly like polar bear skin. The chairs around a small table were rough like any of the others on the island but seemingly better made than most. On the table was what looked like the remains of a meal, some rotting fruit and a piece of undistinguishable meat.

Jack walked forward, his heart hammering in his chest. He shone his flashlight around and suddenly stopped. The blankets on the bed were pulled off slightly, shrouding a lump on the ground. Looking more carefully Jack saw a pair of black feet poking out.

He wasn't keen on seeing another dead body but something drove Jack forward, driving him towards this body. As though finding out who it was beneficial.

Carefully he bent down and reached for the blanket, ripping it off.

The bonfire was glowing bright, building higher than it usually was. There was mayhem, people running and screaming. Something was happening.

"They left us behind to die!" shouted one woman who was kneeling in front of the fire.

"They left us behind to watch the camp! What is going on?" screamed the youngest girl known as Alex. "What are you doing?"

"We need to teach him."

The woman rose and Alex jumped back. In her hand was a gun.

"How did you get that?" Alex shouted over the noise. People were running everywhere, others were chasing them. They had been infected, they had gone mad.

"We need to show him!"

"NO!"

Alex watched as the woman ran towards the largest tent. Alex knew that she was inside, the one who had been left behind to watch over them. After the ranks had gone off to fight for the shelter, many women and injured men had been left behind. But something had gone wrong. They were infected, that's why they were left behind. But Alex's suspicions were true. They had infected the few of them. They had done it and left them behind because those who had gone off to fight expected to stay there, expected to be safe in the quarantine.

But if this woman killed Sheryl, the only person who had any kind of power over them, it would be over.

"Stop!" Alex grabbed the woman's arm but felt a sharp jab in her side. Someone had run into her holding one of the stakes. Alex fell to the ground, knowing she was bleeding but realizing it wasn't that bad. Groaning with pain she got back to her feet. "STOP!"

The flap was pulled back and the gun held out. Alex heard the gunshots, all four of them before the last one went off.

Turning around, she saw people were lying dead on the ground and those that were infected ravaging the bodies, and then running through the camp. They were mad, running into the sides of tents and tearing them down. Several had run right into the fire, falling onto the embers. The smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. Alex felt terrified, her heart pounding in her throat.

"Alex!"

Someone was calling Alex from the protection of the trees. Going around the tent she was suddenly yanked behind the bushes.

Kneeling in the brush were several others. There were four women, a younger boy Alex knew as Steven, and a little girl known as Emma. The woman closest to her, Cindy, was holding a gun.

"We have to kill them," she whispered to Alex, loading the gun. "Or they'll infect everyone on the island."

"Why? Why did they leave us?" Alex asked worriedly. She felt terrified as she knelt there in the moist soil. The fear on all of their faces was evident. "Why would they do this?"

Cindy looked over Alex's shoulder at the camp. It was quieting down because almost everyone was dead. Only a few of the "crazies" as Alex had begun to call them were running around, tearing down the tents and running past the fire screeching unearthly yells. The sounds made a shiver run down Alex's neck.

"There are only four. If we can get them all, we can try to catch up with the others," Cindy said, putting the gun up over the bush.

"No! If they hear it they'll come this way!" Alex pleaded.

"We have no choice! They'll infect us!" hissed someone behind her.

Alex shook her head and backed away slightly, perhaps preparing to run in case the shots did attract the crazies. She knew they were slow because they couldn't run without falling. Now everyone huddled together as Cindy poked the barrel of the gun through the foliage and pulled the trigger.

Sawyer held onto Satine's hand all the way back to the hatch. Somehow he felt if he let go, she'd run and he would lose his only witness. It killed Sawyer to know he was proving himself to these people, these morons who now thought they could run the place. As much as Sawyer hated admitting it, things were better when Jack was around.

They entered the main area and found Sayid very roughly trying to bandage Charlie's head. Claire and Aaron were nowhere to be seen but John and Hurley were in deep conversation in the small booth.

"I found her," Sawyer announced, feeling as though if he didn't say anything they wouldn't notice him. Sayid looked up from Charlie's bandages and his eyes focused on Satine.

"Well?" Sayid motioned for Charlie to move away. Charlie gave Sayid a confused look and then went to sit on the couch. Then Sayid went to Satine and pulled her away from Sawyer who, for a moment, didn't let go of her hand and then released it. Sayid seated her in the chair where he'd been doing Charlie's bandages. "What did you see?"

Satine looked worriedly at Sawyer and then down at her hands.

"I got scared so I ran. But Sawyer saw the baby in the water and saved it," she said quietly. Sawyer wished she would look up. Sayid was an expert at knowing when someone was lying.

"Where were you right before this happened?" Sayid asked. Sawyer knew he was interrogating her. No one else in the room spoke.

"I was asleep. I think I was sleep walking because the last thing I remember is standing on that beach," she said quietly although she had a far off look in her eyes as though remembering.

"So you didn't see Sawyer pick up the baby out of the water?" asked Sayid harshly. Sawyer stood only feet away. Anger was rising within him that he was trying to control.

"No, I did," she insisted. She didn't look well anymore, as though this was draining her. She put a shaking hand to her forehead. "But I don't remember walking there."

"She did it," Charlie said suddenly. "It was you."

Satine looked confused.

"She hit me," said Charlie, walking over. "She took the baby. She put it in the water."

Charlie carefully stepped over the brush. He shouldn't have taken this path but it was fastest to the beach and then he could walk along the water back to Claire's tent. He didn't like wandering around in the jungle at night especially with Aaron, who was now fast asleep in his arms.

He reached the fork in the path and stopped, adjusting the baby harness. It was painfully cutting into his neck. Aaron was getting too big for it, he'd have to make a new one soon.

There was a sound like someone walking behind him and he spun on the spot. Through the dim moonlight he could see nothing, just blackness behind him. It was a bright night but the canopy blocked out most of the light. Charlie's heart hammered in his chest so badly he was sure it would wake up Aaron.

Turning back around Charlie continued down the path and he had only gotten about ten feet from where he had stopped when something very hard and sharp hit him in the back of the head. He was aware that he had stopped himself from falling to keep from crushing the baby but the dizziness and a rushing sound in his ears was all he needed to know that he was about to pass out. So carefully Charlie fell to his knees and then to his side, holding Aaron carefully and then slowly, very slowly losing consciousness.

Satine bent down and unwrapped the baby carrier and then took Aaron out of it. He didn't cry, just looked curiously at her as his blanket remained under Charlie. She held the bare baby tightly to her chest, thinking of nothing. Her mind was blank, all she could see was the water…the ocean as the waves lapped the shore. It was imperative she reach it and make sure Aaron did too. She didn't know why, she wasn't controlling her own actions.

Stepping over Charlie she hurried through the jungle. Aaron didn't cry, just shivered against the cool night air. She came out onto the beach and looked up and down. No one was in sight. A campfire glow burned in the night far up the beach but too far for anyone to see her.

Slowly she walked down to the shore. The water was at first cold on her feet but then welcoming. She stood there for a moment holding Aaron to her and then carefully, she set him down on the dry sand. It was only inches from where the water was reaching as it came in and drew out again. The cold sand and the shock of being put down caused Aaron to let out a cry, and then he began bawling as the water soaked the sand around him, chilling him. Satine stepped back, walking backwards along the beach until she had reached a spot onto feet from where Aaron lay in the surf, and where only seconds later Sawyer came flying out of the jungle.

She watched him fly towards Aaron and lift him from the surf just as it splashed over him, but just as he was approaching her, the dream lifted. Suddenly she was awake, aware that the sand was sticking to her wet feet, and that she was unusually cold. She could see Sawyer's angry face but couldn't understand why he was holding a soaking wet Aaron to his chest. What had happened?

Charlie glared into Satine's face and went to make a move and Sawyer seized the scruff of Charlie's shirt, yanking him back. This caused Charlie to stumble and fall onto his behind. He scrambled up, looking furious.

"She tried to kill him!" Charlie shouted angrily. "It was her! I remember now!"

"I…" Satine knew it was true, as the memory of hitting Charlie and taking the baby slowly came back to her. But she hadn't done it. Why would she do that? "I didn't…"

Even Sawyer was looking at her now with mild surprise. He looked shocked and somehow confused.

"Her feet were wet," Sayid said slowly. He looked shocked. "Now I remember."

Satine looked around at them with wide eyes. She knew she had done it but not of her own accord. That dream, she had lived out that dream that they had all had. Somehow, it had come true. But why? Who had told her to do it?

"Claire can't know," Charlie looked from Sayid to John, who was hanging back uncomfortably. Sawyer tried not to rejoice in the fact that Locke looked scared. "We have to make sure she still thinks Sawyer did it."

"WHAT?" Sawyer shouted angrily.

"If she knows it was Satine, who knows what she'll do to her," Sayid nodded in agreement. "If she thinks it was Sawyer, she won't try anything."

"How do you know that," Sawyer demanded. He still felt numb and couldn't bring himself to look at Satine. "How do you know she wouldn't just try to choke me in my sleep or something?"

"Because she won't. She's too afraid something will happen to her and Aaron will be left alone," Charlie nodded. He also couldn't look at Satine. For some reason, his rage had departed and was replaced by calm confusion. "But we also can't let this nutter roam around anymore."

"But if she was sleepwalking, can't we just have some kind of bell on her to wake us up when she does it again?" Sawyer asked.

"Perhaps she was sleep walking but that doesn't make a difference," Sayid concluded. "She's dangerous to others. We need to keep a closer eye on her."

"Hello! I'm right here!" Satine said angrily. She knew they had reason to be mad, she was angry at herself. But they didn't have to talk about her as though she wasn't there.

"Come," Sayid took Satine's arm but she wrenched it away.

"You're not locking me up. You can't," she pleaded, looking pale. Sawyer knew she wouldn't survive being locked up. Somehow he feared for her but couldn't bring himself to speak up. "I didn't do it on purpose. I seriously don't remember most of it!"

"Better reason to watch you closely," John said, taking her other arm.

"No!" she tried to pull away but he held it tightly. She was barely 110 pounds soaking wet so very easily Sayid and John were able to hold onto her and begin walking her towards the armory. She was struggling. "No! Sawyer! Tell them!"

"Tell them what?" he called after her, unable to follow.

"Tell them I'd never hurt anyone!"

She disappeared around the corner and he heard her struggling all the way there until finally there was the sound of the armory door slamming shut and the muffled yells and poundings of her on the door. Sawyer slowly walked up behind Sayid and John who stood outside the door.

"We did the right thing, right?" John asked Sayid quietly, another sign that their little leadership plan was falling apart.

"Yes," Sayid didn't look certain as he spun the combination to make sure it was locked.

"Locking up a kid," Sawyer said quietly, leaning against the doorway. "With all those nutsos out there. And you're worried about the kid who couldn't wrestle a kitten."

Shaking his head, Sawyer turned and walked out. The hatch echoed with the sounds of small fists beating against the heavy metal door and then very quickly, it ceased.