When You hear me calling
The island has many secrets... and so do its people and creatures...one thing you can learn is to listen... we are not alone...(It includes all characters)
Sayid sat under at tree his eyes closed, sleeping. He flashes back to: Him as the French womens prisoner. Roussenou, Danielle, Alex, my son, my music box, I killed him, he was sick, they were all sick, others, voices, watch them… Images and sayings flashed through his mind and he realized just then that had hurried to get out of that place that he left Nadia's picture there. May we meet again in this life if not the next. Sayid new he would not meet her again in this life and the only memory he had of her was her picture.He sat up reluctantly and opened his eyes when he heard a twig snap. He was pretty far out in the jungle and he didn't think anyone had followed him. He turned around swiftly when another twig broke. A slight nervousness took him for a moment when he noticed how vulnerable he was. Nothing, no one. No one was there. Then he heard another twig snap but this time in another direction. He thought he was just getting paraniod, when he heard it again. It was a distinct crackle not one made by any animal it had to be something else. Then he heard something it was a voice, it was carried by the wind, soft but persistant. "Turn around." it said. Other voices followed. He heard what sounded like laughter, laughter as light as bells but it chilled him to the bone. Sayid clenched his fists and slowly exhaled. Then he rapidly turned around. When he looked he was astonished. For a moment he couldn't breath and he stumbled backward. "Nadia?"
