(Kris's point of view)

I woke up the next morning, ready to go. Bosco followed me every step I went. I leaned over and shook Becca awake. Minutes later, we were ready to go.

"All right. Wes and I will go this way," she said pointing to the, well I wasn't sure which direction she was pointing in. They set off down the beach as Bosco and I headed into the woods.

An hour passed, and I became exhausted. I looked over at Bosco who was now starting to pant. He laid down in the dirt, but then suddenly sprang back up again. "What is it boy? Do you hear something?" He barked and shot off into the trees. "Bosco! Boz, wait up!" But he didn't wait, he kept on running and soon I couldn't see him anymore. I found myself out of breath, and leaned over, hands on my knees. Just as I bent down, a knife whizzed past my head and I snapped back up. The knife was pinned firmly in the tree. "What the heck?!" Then I heard voices.

They were male voices, "JACK! Jack, she's over here!" A gruff voice yelled in my direction.

I found myself running despite of exhaustion, but I was wearing out. My legs felt like they were going to buckle at any moment, but a las, my clumsy feet got me in trouble. They just happened to find an uprooted branch on the path, and I soared through the air. I hit the ground full force, sliding a few feet before jolting to a stop. My knees and elbows stung like a bee, and my right eye grew cloudy. Just as I was getting up, a man came and grabbed me by the throat. He slammed me up against a tree and I felt my breath leave me.

"Where's Claire?" The man snarled.

"What? Who's Claire? Please, let me go!" I said gasping for breath.

"Locke! Locke wait! Does she know where Claire is? Who is she?" A man said as he ran over to us. He was kinda cute with short black hair and muscle.

"She claims not to know." Locke told him.

"It's 'cause... I... don't." I told them, fighting to stay conscious. Suddenly, a familiar sound came to my ears. A growl. "Bosco?" I asked softly. He wagged his tail, but didn't avert his gaze. His teeth were bared and his muscles tensed. Locke reached for a knife, but Bosco snarled in disagreement. Jack eased forward and Bosco reeled on him. Jack threw himself back and watched Bosco in a state of panic.

"Let her go." Jack told Locke shakily. Reluctantly, Locke released me. I slid to the ground shaking slightly. "Good boy, I knew you wouldn't leave me alone." Bosco barked and I watched Jack flinch.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. You from the plane?" Jack asked.

"Jack! Look at her! She is someone else. Why else would she be here? She knows where Claire is." Locke hissed in my direction. I felt Bosco tense again.

"I'm not the person you're looking for." I told them.

"And why not?"

"Because I just got here myself. My friend and I got stranded here when the cruise ship left us behind. Our motor cracked and we leaked gasoline. The boat sunk and we swam to shore. We've got a laptop and we can send e-mails. Our cell phones, well, they don't work. The walkie talkie feature does, but not the service it's self. We are as stranded as much as you are."

Jack stared at me and I felt Bosco move in front of me. Jack reached for me and touched his hand to my forehead. "You're hurt." He said pushing gently on a cut. I winced in pain and he gave me a kind smile. "You know I could patch that up for you. I'm a doctor, comes in handy when you're stuck on an island. Why don't you come back to our camp? We have water and food, plus, the others would like to know that they can talk to their families."

"That'd be great. Can I call my friend? She's probably as lost as I was until you two attacked me. Our stuff's at the beach." I reached for my phone and pressed the button to get Becca.