Jack hid behind each tree he passed, peering out to see if he could catch a glimpse of the very pregnant Aussie or the madman. He saw neither. Half of him was running on an adrenaline high, savoring the danger, almost wanting to come face-to-face with Ethan; but another, more sensible part of him wanted to stay safe, away from all this. That part of him did not want anything to do with Ethan, or Claire, or this whole stupid island.

He was sure he was not the only one who felt that way.