Well, hi! Hello! Hey there! Bonjour! Salut! Hola! Aloha! I think that's enough hellos, right? Ok, just making sure. Alright, this chapter, im just gonna say, it's a little, er, different, I guess you could say. I really hope you like it and don't hold anything against me for it. Enjoy! Oh and I don't own Lost, it all belongs to ABC.

"Forget your names, all of you!" One of the guards screamed at them.

Ethan turned to his cell partner, Jennifer.

"Jennifer, right?" Ethan stuck out his hand. Jennifer nodded and shook his hand. She was about three years older than he was with shoulder-length blonde hair and shining blue eyes.

"And you're Ethan, right? New?" She said. He noticed she had an Australian accent. Ethan nodded.

"So, what are we here for?" Ethan inquired.

"We don't really know, but once you reach a certain age, if they haven't changed you yet, you go into that room over there." Jennifer acknowledged the foreboding door at the end of the trail.

Ethan stirred and jumped from his sleeping place. He looked around, frightened, as if the mysterious jungle creature was hiding somewhere in the cave, waiting for him.

"Where am I?" He yelled. "Is anybody in here?"

He heard a sobbing noise coming from a corner of the cave. Lighting a torch, he walked over to see who was there.

Ethan's eyes widened as he saw a woman holding a baby that looked almost exactly like…

"Jennifer?" He asked her. "Is that you? What's the matter?"

She looked up. "What did you call me? My name's not Jennifer. You of all people should know that, you bastard! And now you had to kill that girl!"

Ethan buried his face in his hands. "What are you talking about?" He sank to his knees. "What's going on? I don't understand. I didn't kill anyone! Why would I do something like that?"

He stopped andlooked at her earnestly. "Tell me what I did."

Jack entered the caves disheartened. How could he have lost the body? Why did Ethan want it anyway? He was launched out of his thoughts when Kate ran up and forced him into a hug.

"Don't you ever be gone that long without telling me where you are, Jack!" She faced him. "What's wrong?"

He stared at her gravely. "Ethan killed someone."

"Well, well, well, if it ain't the VH1 reject. How's life treating you?"

"Leave me alone, Sawyer," Charlie said, slightly annoyed.

"Hostile today, aren't we?" Sawyer smiled. "I was just going to ask you what you were talking to Freckles about. You like her?"

"No, you do," Charlie retorted. Sawyer laughed.

"Right you are, Charlie." Charlie was bewildered that Sawyer had used his real name.

"If you really want to know, we were just going to talk about music, but when good old Jack's here, it's like no one else exists." Charlie frowned. "Finally when I find someone to talk to about things I actually want to talk about, they leave. Everyone always wants to know about Ethan, or Claire, or how I feel."

"Well, when you've got some madman trying to kill you, you do get a bit of attention," Sawyer said.

Charlie smiled. "You really like Kate, don't you?"

"As much as you like Miss Claire."

"I'm sorry," Charlie said sadly. "Been there, done that."

"Well, I'm going to go read. Hang in there, Chaz," Sawyer rose and made his way over to his tent.

By this point, Ethan was crying, his hands not being removed from his face.

"Oh stop faking," Claire said coldly. "You and I both know that you don't care that you killed Charlie or that girl, or kidnapped me and never let me see my own baby."

Ethan looked up with his tear-stained face and said, "What's you're name?"

"Claire," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Claire, I don't know what's going on. I never killed any of these people. I never killed anyone. I never kidnapped you. And I never kept your baby, who I've never even seen before, away from you."

Claire was beginning to believe him. "What do you last remember?"

"All I can remember is them. They dragged me into the room and strapped me down. And then there was some pain and that's it. Wait, what year is it?"

"2005."

Ethan gasped. "2005? How can it be 2005? I can't have been, well, out of it for that long!"

"What last year do you remember?"

"I went in when I was 20. That was in 1990."

Yes, yes it was short, all right? But at least it was fun to write. Well I hope you all enjoyed. Be not ew! Review!