Shannon arrived at the far end of the beach, and sat down on the ground. She was so tired of Boone bossing her around. She wanted to get off this island. She had never wanted it more than at this moment. She yawned, and lay back in the sand, not caring about the grains messing up her hair. She didn't care about that right now. Her stomach groaned, and she sighed. She hadn't eaten proper food in three days. She was so used to going without food. She used to not eat some days, and others, she would throw up her dinner. She smiled, it felt good to be hungry. And for the first in a long time, it felt bad not being able to satisfy her hunger. She looked up to the sky, it was getting darker. A small fire had been set up down on the beach. She decided to stay at the beach tonight. She needed a change of scenery from the caves.

The trees rustled behind her, and she sat up abruptly. She looked to the trees, and was relieved to see Vincent emerge from them. She smiled. She secretly loved dogs. Not tiny little yapping ones like her father had bought her, but she loved big dogs. Vincent padded over to her, and she reached out and scratched behind his head. He gave a smile that only a dog could, and rolled over so that his stomach was exposed.

Shannon smiled. "I know what you want" She said, scratching the dogs stomach.

She looked up to see Walt walking towards her. She sighed and looked down to the Labrador. "I think that your master is here to find you. He probably won't be very happy that you chose to hang with me." She said.

"He likes you." Walt said, stopping in front of Shannon, and looking down at her and the dog.

"You think so?" Shannon asked, standing up, and shaking the sand out of her hair. The dog stood up as well, and turned its hazel eyes upon Walt.

Walt nodded. "Yeah." He looked up at Shannon. "Do you want to play with me?"

Shannon frowned. She had never thought that the kid would even want to talk to her. No-one on the island wanted to talk to her. She smiled. "What game?" She asked.

Walt pointed at the ground, and Shannon saw a dirty soccer ball under Walt's foot. She smiled. Soccer was her specialty. She used to play it at school before it became cool to wear higher heels and shorter skirts. She bent down and pulled off her sandals. "I can't play in these." She said.

Walt ran down and kicked the ball towards Shannon who stopped it with the heel of her foot and sent it flying back towards the young boy.

He gaped at her as the ball went soaring towards the fuselage. "Your good lady. Too good." He said, running off towards the ball.

Shannon laughed and slipped her sandals back on her feet. She looked towards Walt, who was heading towards his father. There was a crowd gathered around something on the beach. She sighed, and headed towards the group. When she arrived, she heard crying. She walked over to Boone.

"What's going on?" She asked. "I can't see a thing."

Boone sighed. "It's Claire. Locke and I found her in the woods a few minutes ago. We had just headed out to hunt, and she came out." He said, running a hand through his hair.

Shannon folded her arms against her chest, and glanced over to Sayid and Jack who were talking to the young woman. "Is she okay? Is she still…"

Boone nodded. "She's still pregnant. But the last thing she remembers is the crash. She doesn't remember anything that happened after that."

Shannon looked over to Charlie who was sitting on a log by himself. He had his hands in his heads, and Shannon knew that he was tearing himself apart inside. "I'll be back in a second." She said to Boone, and she made her way over to the "rock star."

"Hey." She said, taking a seat next to him.

Charlie looked up, and then back at the sand when he saw who had chosen to come talk to him. He had never liked Shannon after the whole fish incident. He looked over to the group, and Claire, and Shannon swore that she saw tears in the corners of the mans eyes.

"How are you holding up?" She asked softly.

Charlie turned to her. "Why do you care? Come to see if I can do something for you. Well Shannon, now isn't the best time." He snapped.

Shannon looked hurt, but continued on. "Charlie. I didn't come to get anything from you. I just thought…I just thought you looked like you needed someone to talk to. I know how hard it must be…"

Charlie nodded. "She doesn't remember me." He didn't care if it was Shannon anymore. He just needed to tell someone.

Shannon nodded. "But it doesn't have to stay that way. You can still salvage something with her. Just because she doesn't remember you, doesn't mean that you have to forget what you had with her." She sighed. "All it means is that you are going to have to start over again."

Charlie smiled. "You're right. I never thought I would be saying this,…but…Thank you. Thanks Shannon."

Shannon smiled. "I know what it's like to have someone forget you." She said, glancing over to Boone. "I know its tough."

Charlie stood up, and smiled at the blonde, then turned around and headed over to the group. Jack and Sayid moved out of the way, and let Charlie talk to the young woman. Shannon closed her eyes. She was feeling a little lightheaded. She opened her eyse when she felt someone sit down next to her. She was happy to see that it was Sayid.

He smiled at Charlie and Claire. "It was a nice thing you did. Talking to him." He said softly.

Shannon smiled. "You saw?"

He darker man nodded. "I have something that I want to do with you." He said. He laughed when he saw the look on Shannon's face. "It is nothing like you think. Just meet me in a few minutes. Over there." He said, pointing to a place farther down the beach. "Locke and Boone have headed out, so I think that we will be safe." He said with a small smirk.

Shannon nodded, and stood up. "See you soon." She said, and headed over to her things to try to make herself look better. Although she didn't know why she wanted to impress the man so much…