Elizabeth, despite believing that the island was, in fact, in danger and in need of their help, she was still unsure about Eloise's theory.

The fact that she thought the crash would turn out exactly the same confused her. Did all planes crash on the island in the same way? It would have made more sense if not for the fact that the crash Ajira flight 316 could barely be considered a crash, since it was landed on the island.

"Is it because it's a plane, or an Oceanic plane?" She asked as Eloise wrote some equations on the wall. The woman in question looked up and smiled at Elizabeth almost condescendingly.

"Neither, Elizabeth," Eloise began as if the person she was talking to was a child. "Flight 815, and now flight 442, both have unique electromagnetic properties that allow them to crash at all. Ajira 316 had a similar property, but it was simply a substitute for what flights like these hold."

"And when is this magical flight?" Clementine asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"September 22nd, of course," Eloise replied. "From Sydney to Los Angeles. You'll have to get there first, but I trust you'll have the ability to do so."

The six of them all glanced at each other uneasily, even Elizabeth. It was Eloise Hawking, after all, the same woman who had set in motion so many horrible things.

But maybe it wasn't her fault. Maybe.

Surprisingly, it was Aaron who spoke up first, perhaps because of his supposed connection to the island.

"I guess we better book some plane tickets."

One by one, they all made their way to the door. Elizabeth didn't know about the rest of them, but she was eager to get out of there, partially because she wanted to make sure everything would go according to plan as soon as possible, and partly because she didn't want to be in a room with Eloise longer than she needed to.

"One moment, Elizabeth."

She turned to see Eloise standing across from her and motioning for her to stay. She glanced back at the rest of her friends, all of whom looked skeptical, especially Daniel.

"It's fine guys," She said. "I'll meet you outside."

Once the other five left, Elizabeth turned to face her, trying to seem bold, although in reality, she was extremely nervous.

"What do you want?" She asked, keeping her voice steady.

"There's just a short bit of instruction personal to you," Eloise said. "You're the child of not one, but two Oceanic survivors after all."

"What about Ji Yeon? Both of her parents survived the flight too."

"Your friend Ji Yeon has a different purpose, one that she will learn of on the island," Eloise dismissed Elizabeth's comment with a wave of her hand. "But you, Elizabeth, you are instrumental to the crash itself. You must sit in row 23, the midway point. You are the center, Elizabeth, the anchor that will bring the plane down to the island."

She wasn't sure how Eloise intended that to go over, but it made Elizabeth feel awful. The plane was going to crash because of her. It didn't matter what anyone else did to get her there, if she was in that row, she was going to crash the plane.

Would she do it? For the sake of the island, was she really going to enable a plane crash?

…

Elizabeth probably shouldn't have been surprised.

What had she been expecting? For Eloise to be entirely honest and helpful? Absolutely not. But… she was working with Locke?

Well, not the real John Locke, of course. He was long dead. No, the Locke she was referring to was the smoke monster, the brother of Jacob.

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted her," Daniel muttered from next to her. He wasn't acting smug about it, but he definitely wanted to make it clear to Elizabeth that she had been wrong.

"But why?" She questioned. "I thought the Others fought against him?"

"We do," Walt piped up. "But I guess she didn't."

"Back then they barely knew who he was, but yeah, they fought against him for a while," Hurley explained. "But Eloise was angry and confused, and she was probably tired of everything they were doing so… she joined the other side."

"That would have been nice to know a few weeks ago," Daniel muttered. "Wait… why would she want us to come here then?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not helping?" Emma said from behind them. "We had things under control until a fucking plane crashed on the island!"

Elizabeth almost wanted to puke. If she hadn't gone on that plane, then maybe everything would have been alright. Hell, she was the one who convinced her friends to go see Eloise in the first place! If only she had used a little common sense, if only she had stopped to think for just a minute. Instead, she put her trust and faith in the island, and she had been wrong.

"…this means the dissenters are working for him to then," Emma was saying. "There's no other logical explanation."

"Hold up, isn't he, you know, dead?" Walt asked. Elizabeth was wondering that herself as well. If Eloise was working against the Others, that likely meant she was working with the dissenters, which added up to them following the smoke monster, which made no sense because, as Walt said, the smoke monster was dead. "Hurley, you were there right? Didn't he die?"

All four of them looked to Hurley, who looked as if he was about to pass out. Elizabeth and Daniel exchanged a worried glance, knowing that it couldn't be good.

"Yes, he did die," Hurley began. "But… there might be a way to bring him back."

A silence settled over the cabin. None of them knew how to react to that news, and they were all stunned. There was a way for Jacob's brother, the smoke monster, the killer of so many, to come back to life.

"What. The. Fuck."

It was Emma who spoke first, breaking the silence, and breaking the others out of their shocked state in the process.

"You didn't want to tell anyone about this?!"

"How could he come back?"

"Are you serious?!"

"Whoa, just calm down!" Hurley yelled over the rest of them. Emma's eyes flashed angrily, and she looked like she was about to say something else, but Walt quickly stopped her. "Look, it's pretty complicated but… if someone managed to get his body, get water from the Source, and somehow find someone with compatible blood, then they could technically bring him back to the body he died in."

"John Locke," Elizabeth whispered. He nodded in confirmation.

"There's no way they would have known how to do it without him, though," He continued. "Maybe when Jack brought the light back…. part of him came back too."

Elizabeth honestly wasn't sure how to react. The smoke monster, Locke, whatever he was called was probably her greatest fear. She had heard so many horrible stories of what he'd done and the people he killed. But she had always known that he was dead and gone, and that he couldn't come back.

But apparently, she had been wrong.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, trying not to let her fear show. Had they made things worse by going to the island? Were they partially responsible?

No, not them, she thought. Just me.

She didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. Daniel spoke for both of them. Instead, Elizabeth drowned in her own guilt, knowing that if she hadn't convinced them to see Eloise, and if she hadn't gotten on that plane, things may have turned out differently.

She barely heard Hurley saying something about them laying low at the cabin for a few days and then eventually going back to the beach once they figured out a plan. She barely registered him, Emma, and Walt going over to another area of the cabin and talking in hushed voices. All she could think about was how she was responsible for bringing people she cared about to the island and endangering them more than she could have ever imagined.

"Hey," Daniel whispered to her. "I know what you're thinking, Liz. This isn't your fault."

"Yes it is," She replied. Before her friend could say anything else, she abruptly stood up and walked outside, sitting down on the front porch of the cabin, all the while a voice in her head repeating the same two words over and over again: Your fault.