Boone laid down the body bag in a clearing and stared down at the spot of ground where they would soon be burying his sister. "This is it." he sighed, wiping the tear from his cheek. "This is goodbye."
Locke glanced at Boone, and then at Sayid, who was also staring at the patch of ground. "Well," he said, "I'll leave you two to your own devices." He then walked away and left the two behind.
"I'm sorry I flirted with her in front of you," Sayid confessed to Boone.
"I'm sorry I was such a jackass to you," Boone replied.
"I guess there was nothing to be done," Sayid said. "She... climbed the tree to get a better view, and... somebody knocked her out of the tree."
"Ethan," agreed Boone.
Sayid glanced up at him. "What?"
"Ethan. Ethan knocked her out of the tree." Boone nodded, and looked at Sayid.
"Not Hurley?"
"Hell no. Hurley wouldn't even dream of doing something like that."
"And Ethan is dead?"
"Very dead."
"Who killed him?"
Boone opened his mouth to answer but before the words had a chance to come out he froze with a rifle pointed to his left temple. Sayid looked up at the holder of the gun.
"Danielle?" he asked, shocked.
Danielle was crying, her wild blue eyes red with tears, her matted brown hair even messier than before. She had the gun aimed at Boone, and her aim was never wrong.
"Why did you kill Alex?"