Boone reached the caves. Screwing back on the lid of his water bottle, he dropped his bag to the hard floor, and Jack looked up at him from consoling Claire. "I'm moving in," Boone explained. "Locke needed some me-time. I guess."
Jack nodded and went back to talking quietly to Claire. "You're going to be fine, I promise." he told her, "Just stay here, at the caves, and I promise you'll be fine."
Boone glanced over at them as he bent to refill his water bottle. He had helped in the return of Claire to the camp, and he was proud of himself. "Is she okay?" he asked.
Jack glanced up at him, said something to Claire, and stood. Glancing back at the girl, who was staring intently at him, he walked over to Boone. "I think she'll be fine." he told the younger man. "She's got minor amnesia. Once we start talking to her, it may or it may not come back."
"Charlie couldn't remember anything either when he came back," Boone pointed out. "You think it's something Ethan did to them?"
"Definitely. Psychological trauma can result in a form of amnesia. Though in Charlie's case, it could've been a number of things." pointed out the doctor. "Alcoholism, drug use, damage he received to the head during an overdose of either; any of that could result in amnesia."
"But, he didn't have amnesia until he was taken by Ethan."
"True. So I guess I must just be trauma."
Jack glanced back at Claire, who was staring down at her stomach, running a hand over it lovingly. "I guess it's a miracle she's still alive," Jack said, "even though she can't remember anything. It's still a miracle."
Boone nodded in agreement. He hardly believed in miracles anymore, but if there was one thing that he could classify as one, it would be Claire's return.