Charlie ran. There was nothing left to do but warn them. Jack. Sawyer. Locke. Jin. Boone. Hurley. Sayid. Kate. Sun. Michael. Walt. Shannon. Lance. Rosa. Claire... He had to warn them all, or else one of them would surely die. He was not going to give Claire back to Ethan. Even if she did not remember who he was, he was still in love with her, and if that meant that he would be the one dying – it was worth it. She was worth it.

Jumping over underbrush and ducking branches, he went over the survivors in his head. Knowing Ethan – or rather, not knowing Ethan – he figured that he, himself, would be the highest threat, and so would ultimately be the one to die.

He could almost feel the noose around his neck again.

He ran.