Kate and Jack decided to take turns watching over Charlie that night. They made a makeshift bed for him so he could sleep, since he hadn't slept since being taken back to the caves. Kate helped Charlie onto the bed and wrapped him in a warm blanket.

"Just close your eyes," she said. "Just relax, Charlie. I'll be here all night, OK."

"I'll be here all night," that's what Charlie told Claire. "I'll be here all night. Won't let anything happen to you." But something did happen to her. Claire was missing. Missing. And pregnant. She was carrying a baby, the same baby Charlie had felt move days before. What is going to happening to that precious child? Charlie pondered. Charlie began to feel fear, his heart began to pound, her stomach began to churn, and he began to shake when he felt someone touch him. From the light from the fire, Charlie saw two hands on either side of his shoulders. Immediately, he felt something he hadn't felt in months...peace. Peace had come from this person's hands and wrapped itself around Charlie like a massive blanket, penetrating his very soul. It felt wonderful. So wonderful that the fear flew away and allowed Charlie to sleep, so Charlie turned over, sank his head in the pillows and fell asleep. He slept the whole night undisturbed.

As Charlie slept, Rose sat on a blanket a few feet away. She smiled, sweetly as he slept. Then, she looked up to the sky, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Thank You, Jesus for the peace You've given Charlie." Then, she opened her eyes and watched Charlie for the rest of the night.

The morning sun rose up and shot it's rays through the trees and onto Charlie's face, giving him a gentle wake-up.

"Morning, Charlie," said Kate, who was up and already, gathering firewood.

"Morning, Kate," he responded. Carefully, Charlie sat up and lifted his shirt to see the extent of his bruises. He groaned as he saw that half of his stomach was covered in black and blues from the intensive CPR.

"Hey, Charlie, how are you this morning?" asked Jack.

Charlie took a breath which caused his stomach to hurt.

"Ow!" he said, grabbing his stomach. "Well, it hurts when I take deep breaths." He stopped to breathe simply and even that caused some pain.

Jack eased Charlie back onto the blanket and placed cold compress on the bruises.

As Jack placed the compresses on him, Charlie looked up at the sky and the surroundings; he seemed very pensive, deep in thought.

Jack was so concerned that he asked, "Charlie, what's on your mind?"

Charlie kept looking around and he responded, "Just thinking how nice it is here, with the sun out, shining through the trees. I was thinking that last time I saw a morning this beautiful was the day I convinced Claire to move to the caves." The mentioned of the word, "Claire" brought worry to Charlie.

"Has anyone, you know," he stammered, trying to find out about Claire.

Jack looked at him and shook his head, "no". "Sorry, man," he answered. "We haven't found her."

Feeling sadness resurrect in him, Charlie rubbed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. Jack knew the painful guilt Charlie was feeling, so he sat next to Charlie and wrapped his arm around Charlie's shoulders and said, "Hey, man. Everything's going to be all right. We're going to find Claire."

"It's been three days, Jack," said Charlie, sadness. "Locke, Boone, Sayid, and even Sawyer have gone looking for her and no one has come up with anything." Feeling shy, Charlie leaned in to Jack, so no one would hear. "Jack, I'm scared," he admitted. "I'm so afraid what might have happened to her and the baby."

Wanting desperately to calm Charlie's fears, Jack looked into Charlie's eyes and spoke very firmly. "Don't think that way," he ordered. "Everything's going to be all right. We're going to find Claire and her baby and they will be all right."

Charlie nodded at Jack. "Everything will be OK," Charlie repeated, trying his hardest to put on a brave face. Jack must of bought it, because he smiled, finished checking on his bruises, and let Charlie alone. Charlie decided to take a walk to the beach, to bathe himself. Kate accompanied him, as she too needed to check on the others.

As Charlie and Kate made their way to the beach, Rose watched from a distance. Even from that spot, she could tell that Charlie was doubtful about Claire. She studied his face and came to the conclusion that Charlie had no faith in the fact that Claire and the baby were all right. Also, she had concluded from the past three days that Charlie was holding in more guilt and sadness than he let on. Rose recalled having that feeling occasionally; feeling guilty that she was the one alive and her husband was dead. Then, she reached on her neck to touch the necklace that she had been given as a Christmas present; it had her husband's ring and a cross next to it. Every time she felt that guilt or any thing, she would reach and touch the cross and ring, as a reminder. Somehow, she would feel better. She looked at the cross and had an idea. She looked for John Locke, a mysterious man on the island for help.