A hand on my shoulder caused me to spin round quickly. It was John, once I realised this I turned to look back at the lake. There was no blue mist and the hand was gone.

Monica. What is it?

It's nothing. It was nothing. I told him. Not really believing it. It was something. I just didn't know what.

Are you sure? John wasn't convinced.

Yeah. It was nothing. I'm okay.

If you insist. What are you doing up this early? Its only five in the morning?

I just woke up. I couldn't really sleep that well.

Why not? Is something wrong?

Just some nightmares, that's all.

Not surprising since we're stuck here, on a cursed island, with ghosts and criminals, that's enough to give anyone nightmares.

Yeah I guess that's true.

Maybe it was just those thoughts giving me nightmares. It does make sense. Those factors would give anyone nightmares. It was only natural. Haunted places. Curses. Legends. They would all lead up to eventual nightmares. It did make perfect sense when I thought about it.

We decided we may as well try and get some more sleep. We once again positioned ourselves in each others arms. This time we actually went inside our tent. John feel asleep within a few minutes. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get what I had seen out of my mind. Was I just imagining it all? Maybe I hadn't actually seen anything. After all it was dark, there was hardly any light. Why on earth am I trying to convince myself I hadn't seen anything? I know I did. I know it means something. I know my nightmares mean something. I would just have to put all the pieces of this very complicated puzzle together and figure out the bigger picture and what it all means. I just had to find all the clues first.

We all woke up early the next morning. After we had eaten some fruit for breakfast none of us were sure what to do.

We need to see how big this island is. So we know what sort of landscape this place has. John broke the silence.

We need to get some more blankets from the plane, see if there's anything useful in there.

But someone needs to stay here and make sure the fire stays alight. Mulder mentioned.

I'll stay with the fire, you guys go. I volunteered to stay. I wasn't really in the mood for walking, even if it was a short walk.

Are you sure?

Yes I'm sure.

You have your gun with you? John asked as he and the others stood up.

Don't I always? I spoke back to him, in other words yes I have my gun with me.

They all walked off. Mulder and Dana in one direction, John in the other heading towards what was like a cliff to get a good view of the island. I sit quietly for a few minutes. Just gazing out into the water. The clear and peaceful water. Monica' I look around as I heard my name being whispered. There was no one near me. I heard it again, it was coming from the waterfall. I quickly changed into my bikini, I didn't really want to get my normal clothes wet, and headed out into the water, towards the waterfall. I stood up just in front of it. I heard it again. This time it was a lot closer. It was definatley coming from behind the waterfall. I reached out my hand and put it through the waterfall while my other had held my gun. I didn't want to step through the water only to smack into a wall. My hand was met with empty space. I stepped my whole body and was amazed to find a little cave. I walked in and looked around. I kept walking, with my gun raised in front of me, until I came to a dead end. I looked at the wall and saw pictures. Drawings. They were telling a story. I was about to look at the other pictures when I felt a someone grab me from behind. One hand went over my mouth, while the other held a knife to my throat. My gun fell out of my hands. I didn't move. Afraid that the knife would cut into me. The attackers face was next to mine. His mouth next to my ear.

You shouldn't be here. This island wants you. All of you. But it wants you the most. You contain the power that it needs. It can sense it. It can sense everything about you.

Let her go! My attacker swung us around. John, Dana and Mulder were standing a few metres away from us. Guns in hands, pointing at the man holding me.

It wants her. You cant stop it! The man behind me said.

I felt the knife digging into my neck more. I felt my blood rushing to my neck, getting ready to spill out everywhere. I closed my eyes in fear of being killed. His hand stayed over my mouth, preventing me from calling out to my friends and telling them to shoot him.

Let her go or we will shoot you.

If we all let the island have her, then maybe we will all be spared.

Last warning. Dana told him.

You cant stop destiny.

Then there was a gunshot. I fell to the ground as the man went down. The blade scratched against my shoulder. Cutting it. I felt someone grabbed my arms and help me up. I looked up and saw John. He didn't hesitate to pull me in a hug. And I welcomed it.

You okay? He asked.

Yeah, I'm okay.

You're bleeding. He looked at the cut on my shoulder.

Only a scratch.

Hey you guys, you should take a look at this. We heard Mulder calling out to us.

John and I went to stand next to Dana and Mulder and looked down at my attacker. It was the missing pilot. What was he thinking? Why on earth did he attack me? What the hell was he talking about?

Look at his eyes. Mulder instructed.

John and I looked at him in confusion. I knelt down and pulled back one of his eyelids.

Oh my god. I exclaimed.

His eyes were black. Nothing but black. Empty. Like his sole had been taken from him. Like it wasn't him inside of the body. Almost like an intruder.