Sayid walked in the darkness towards his car with his robe draped over his arm. At least it had stopped raining, he thought. It had taken him a while to get away from all the people wanting to take pictures and then find his phone which had fallen from his pocket before they went on stage. Strange enough, his phone had been with Jacob and only found it after Desmond had told him that Jacob was looking for him. He heard some strange noises from a few cars over.

"Hey! Leave my brother alone!" the voice cried.

Sayid realized it was a fight and rushed over to see what the problem was. He saw a guy attacking Shannon and Boone. Just as the guy knocked Shannon to the ground, he rushed over and punched him as hard as he could in his face. The guy stumbled back and ran away.

Sayid turned back to Shannon and reached down a hand to help her up. As she stood up, Sayid realized exactly who she was. He saw her leaning over to help him translate the French on Rousseau's map. He saw her in the glow of the fire. And he saw when she had died.

"Sayid," she said with an "I told you so" kind of smirk on her face.

"Shannon," he said quietly as he pulled her to him.

Boone was dusting his pants off as he walked over to a silver car. "Took him long enough."

Desmond stuck his arm on the window. "But it was worth it."

"Do you want me to go get them?" he asked, wiping the blood off his chin.

"We can give them a few minutes."

Boone nodded with a smile, "We've got all the time in the world."

Desmond smiled back as his eyes fell on Jack making his way towards his car. Jack opened his car and got in. His mother had told him his dad had an emergency at the hospital and had to leave. He would stop by the hospital to say good bye to his dad. His flight to Australia was an early one and he might not get the chance to say good bye otherwise. As he drove to the hospital, he had too many things on his mind. His kiss with Kate for one.

He pulled himself up the flights of stairs to his father's office. The door was locked. He asked the woman at the desk if he had been there, but she said he hadn't. He wandered down the hall for a little bit before he realized he was on the floor where coach was still at. He reasoned it would only be fair to stop by and say hi since he was so close.

Jack walked into the room hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Locke in that kind of condition.

"Jack," he said with a smile.

"Hey, Locke."

"What are you doing up here?"

"I stopped to see my dad and wanted to make sure you were okay. My dad was your surgeon, I think."

"Oh," he said, still in a daze.

"I'm sorry about the accident. That was awful."

"That's my path, though."

"What?" Jack asked, intrigued.

"Our paths. We each have a path that we're on and they all take us where we're supposed to go."

"Do you really believe that, Mr. Locke?"

"Of course I do, Jack."

"My dad, he said that he couldn't fix the spinal damage. Is that true?"

"That's what he told me."

"That means you can't walk again, Locke. A basketball coach that can't walk. Is that destiny?"

Locke looked right at Jack, "I know you may not realize it, Jack, but some things can't be fixed because they aren't broken."

"What does that mean?"

His eyes shifted to his foot poking at the sheet. He let out a little breath of surprise as his toes moved under the sheet. Jack stepped forward and looked down at his foot. It was definitely moving.

In a swirl of memory and reality, Locke saw himself in the same position, moving his foot ever so slowly. He saw the rain, Boone, the hatch. He saw the only path in life that had ever really mattered. He saw everything about the island and the truth it held.

"Did you see that?" Locke asked out loud.

Jack looked down at him wondering if he had gone crazy. Suddenly, Jack felt like he remembered a time he looked down a huge hole with Locke standing next to him. Shaking the fake memory off, Jack stepped back.

Locke's entire face had changed. His smile was as though he was seeing Jack for the first time.

"I need to go," Jack said suddenly, a little worried about what was happening. "I need to go pack for Australia."

"You're not going to Australia."

Jack was stepping away slowly when he stopped, "What?"

"You're not going to Australia, Jack."

Jack was starting to feel a little creeped out. Chalking it up to the medication, Jack hurried out of Locke's room and to the elevator. He had a lot to do before he left the country the next day. He was already worried about what was going to happen once he got to Australia. Locke was wrong; he was going to Sydney and he wasn't going to get the chance to say good bye before he did.

As he hurried to his car, Jack saw a message from Juliet reminding him about her graduation party. He quickly replied he couldn't make it and shoved the phone in his pocket.

At the party, Juliet stood by the food table, watching the door absent mindedly. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but she couldn't help waiting to see if a certain someone was going to come. She picked up a cup and was in the process of getting something to drink when she heard someone clear his throat. Looking up, she saw Sawyer leaning against the edge of the opening from the front room, holding a large yellow flower.

"I'm so sorry, this flower is a little overdue."

As she took it, she felt a jolt pass through her. Like a faded memory, she saw a time where Sawyer had offered her a sunflower before. His face changed and she knew he had seen it too. He stepped closer to her, seeing her as Juliet. His Juliet.

She burst into tears when she remembered the life they had shared together for over three years. After all this time, they were finally together again and they were allowed to be happy.

"Kiss me, James." She said through her tears.

"You got it, Blondie."

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her to make up for all the time he had lost. When he pulled away, he stroked her hair and held her close.

"I got you baby. I've got you."

He could feel her shaking with tears against his chest and Sawyer knew this time, he wouldn't have to let go.