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I watched Becca stare at Charlie. She was so happy, the happiest she had ever been. The island seemed to drop away as I watched them talk. Then I noticed Becca staring at Charlie's neck and I tilted my head for a better look. He had a ring around his neck almost as if he had been chaffed by rope. He was hung? I thought to myself. I moseyed over took Jack. He was busily hurrying around camp and he turned and started to walk away. I quickly grabbed his wrist and he turned to look at me.

"What happened to him?" I asked looking back at Charlie. Jack looked away and tried to leave, but I held on tight. "His neck...who hung him?"

Jack stared at me in amazement. "How did you-"

"He's got a red ring around his neck Jack. I may be younger, but I'm not stupid. You can't get something like that in an accident. The weight of your body would only make that mark."

"You're pretty smart." He said, trying again to walk away.

I moved in front of him, "And you didn't answer my question."

Jack sighed in defeat, "Ethan." He started to walk away.

"Who's Ethan?" I asked running along side him.

"I don't know. Some guy who's been going insane on this island for 17 years. He took Charlie and hung him because I wouldn't stop searching for him."

"Are you serious? There's a guy here who just randomly kills people?"

"He wasn't the only one." Jack walked away slowly, running his hand over his short hair.

"Claire." I said softly. "He killed her?"

"We don't know. We just want to get her and the baby back safely."

"Baby? She's pregnant?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes, and if either of them die...well, I can't even imagine what would happen to Charlie."

I walked over and grabbed Jack's hand, "Jack. It's not your fault. You had no idea he would do such a thing or who he was. You said there were 46 survivors, which...hey, where are the other people?"

"At the beach. Go straight and follow the markers, oh, and take your dog. He's good protection. While you're there can you pick up some medications for me? They're in a tent we have set up." I nodded. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, then he let go and head off into a clearing.

I whistled for Bosco and he was with me instantly. "Follow the markers, simple enough. Listen for danger boy." Bosco barked and we set off down the path.

"Wow. Sure is pretty here, and crowded." I told Bosco as I looked around. "Go play if you want." I said pointing to the water. He started to run off, but halfway there he froze and looked back at me. "Go! You silly dog! I'll be fine." Bosco barked and bounded in the water playfully. I looked around and saw the makeshift tent. No one was really around there so I went in. There were a couple suitcases on the ground with pill bottles in them. I picked one up and looked at the label, an anti-depressant. I found the ones Jack wanted and started to get up. A voice broke the silence.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A man said.

I was so scared at his sudden arrival that I dropped the medication. I looked up at him. He had brownish blonde hair and hazel eyes. A slight mustache and goatee were starting to sprout because of the neglect to shave. "G-Getting stuff for Jack," I stammered.

"Uh-huh. Well you see darlin', I know everyone that was on the plane, and you're not one of 'em." He said in a slight southern accent. He walked up to me and I took a step back. He smiled. I shook.

"Yeah, about that..." I started trying to figure out how to explain, by my thoughts were interrupted when the man took me firmly by my arm and started to drag me into the woods. I started to scream for Bosco, but he clamped a hand over my mouth. I squirmed and fought as hard as I could, but he was stronger. A minute later and we were off the trail and in the middle of the forest. He whipped me around and slammed me against a tree and at the same time, took his hand off my mouth. "Ow!"

He laughed, "Who are you?"

I pushed him away slightly, "Lighten up. God, I don't even know who you are."

"Uh, uh, uh. Don't try anything and scream all you want. No one's gonna come this way. They'll head for the beach of the cave, not here." He leaned against the tree where I was, getting a little too close for comfort. "Now, who are you?"

I closed my eyes and then slowly opened them, knowing good and well that he was right. "Kristin. I'm from Wisconsin. My friend and I got stranded here after our boat sunk."

"Wisconsin hey? Didn't know they made 'em so pretty in Wisconsin." He smiled almost evilly.

This guy is so sick. But my god, what if he tries to do something? I need to get out of here, and fast. "Your turn. Who are you?"

"You don't need to know that little lady."

"Fine." I pushed off the tree and started to walk away. The woods were too thick to run in. He followed right after. He swung his arm around my neck. Reflex and instinct kicked in and my elbow flew up and hit him square in the nose. He stumbled back, shocked. "They make 'em strong and smart too."

"Oh you're gonna pay for that." I took off running whistling as loud as I could. The man followed, right at my heels.

Please...someone help...please. "HELP! Someone!!" I yelled as I ran, but no one came. I continued to run, hoping desperately that someone would hear.