The date was June 23, this was the day Hunter had seen the boats out on the water.

The day had started off normal for him, he woke up around nine and stayed in his room until his mother called him now for breakfast.

Hunter loved this time in the midmorning before anyone else was up to bother him.

He knew "bother," was a mean word...most of all to use towards the only people that loved and cared about you.

But at the simple age of four, Hunter was starting to feel suffocated.

The island was all he knew on these four years he had been on earth, his mother and her three friends were the only people he had ever laid eyes on, he had never been to school or play with younger kids...and the way things were going...he might even die on this island.

But he would never share his thoughts with his family, he acted as if nothing was wrong and living here wasn't a problem.

He had leaned to read and talk in his very house, in fact his first steps were out on the beach three years ago. It was all he knew and he felt as if there was something else on his planet.

He wanted to know what other people looked like, what it might be like if he met a kid his own age...to know what life was like before.

But right now he was as happy as he ever could be, he was alone and playing in his own little world.

His favorite things to play with were his matchbox cars, he had thirty in all and loved racing them all over his floor and make them crash into things.

He himself had never seen a car run before, but from what it looked like in the books, he knew driving in one would be a pure blast.

His favorite game to play was "The Dukes of Hazzard."

He really didn't know what that was, since he had never watched T. V before, but Kenneth once found an old magazine with a whole story on the show and gave it to Hunter.

He tried his best to explain what the show was about, and made the plot outline pretty simple.

"Theirs these three cousins, Bo, Luke, and Daisy...they drive this car and do jumps over bridges to escape the cops."

Hunter gave him a blank look and Kenneth smiled and patted him on the head.

But anything Hunter didn't understand he made up the rest, he cut out the photo and stuck it to his wall, and whenever he was playing he would pretend he had Bo, Luke, and Daisy ridding in the shinny red car along with him.

That was Hunter's best car...the red one.

It was bigger then the other ones, it was about the size of his hand laid down flat and was shinny looking, he loved making it flip over and do tricks over his stacked books or down the stairs.

Once his mother rolled her eyes with she saw the clipping hanging in Hunter's room and gave uncle Kenneth a playful punch.

"Nice going loser, now my kid is gonna see Daisy Duke's legs all day."

This made the two of them crack up for an hour, Hunter really didn't understand what was so funny.

But no matter what, Hunter loved playing his game...even more then going out on the beach and swimming.

Terry loved taking Hunter out on the beach, they would build sand castles, and Terry would let Hunter ride his back until they got deep enough and Ana or Nicole would panic on the beach and yell for them to come back in.

But today, even if it was sunny and bright out, he just wanted to play with his cars.

As he drove his red car off another pile of stacked books he started to think of the dream he had last night.

In it there was a boy, maybe sixteen, seventeen?

At first he thought it was Terry since the boy's hair was so dark and his back was turned.

The boy was wearing blue jeans and a jersey...which looked the color of a dark blue or gray, the color of the sky whenever it was about to rain.

The boy was standing in the middle of a wheat field, which looked like frozen sticks of gold and yellow slowly bouncing back and forth in the wind.

It was in the middle of the country, or at least what Hunter thought was the country from photos from the books he looked in.

The boy then turned and something stuck him, something that hit Hunter like a ton of bricks, he knew the boy from somewhere.

The boy stood maybe 5'9, physically fit and healthy. He had short but spiky brown hair and hazel eyes...then it hit Hunter, it was him!

That's what he would look like when he got older.

The older Hunter just looked off into space, a look of pain was glossed over his eyes and he looked shaken.

Then Hunter looked and saw that the older image of himself had his hands holding his stomach, the look of pain was growing bigger and bigger.

Blood...

Hunter looked again at his older self and saw that dark blood was soaking into his T-shirt and going down the front of him.

Hunter had never seen so much blood in his life and gasped, then he saw that man's stomach had been torn apart and his insides were slipping through his fingers.

That's when Hunter woke with a start in his bed and looked around his bed room.

Just a nightmare...and he wouldn't tell anyone about it.

Hunter wanted to forget about his dream because it made his stomach turn and feel un easy.

So he acted as if nothing was wrong until his mother called him down for breakfast and then he headed out on the beach to swim.

Terry swam with him for a while since him and Nicole had themselves a fight a few days ago and from what his mother said "He was in the dog house," whatever that meant.

Other then his own other, Hunter knew Terry loved him the most. Maybe it was because he wanted a child of his own, or maybe because he had been such good friends with his father before he died...whatever it was Hunter loved Terry back, and deep down inside wished he was his father.

He never knew his father, and was starting to hate him more and more for leaving him and his mother...he now prayed each night that his mother and Terry would fall in love and bring him a younger brother or sister.

But yet again he wouldn't ever tell anyone else this.

A few hours past and Terry became tried and said he was gonna go up the beach a little, still in eye sight of Hunter and shut his eyes for a little while.

He made Hunter promise not to go back in the water, unless he was awake, Hunter said okay and started to make another sand castle in the surf.

He was on his third tower when he heard something...far away.

He turned his head and looked out at the never ending ocean of crystal blue water and then his eyes grew wide.

"TERRY!"

Terry snapped out of his deep sleep and almost feel off his lawn chair.

"What is it?" He screamed as he ran down to Hunter to see if he was hurt, but Hunter was frozen in the soft mushy sand, just looking ahead.

Terry reached him and kneeled down to eye level and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Hunter, what is it?"

Hunter wouldn't look away, his eyes blank.

"Are those boats Terry?"