Minta, you loved me so much that you moved in with me, your ex-teacher, causing the greatest scandal of the school. You did not mind that gulf, so is it truly impossible for this barrier to be crossed? Sayid thought as they headed back.

"Um…dude…"

"Yes, Hurley?" Sayid liked the fat guy, he had been the first one here to treat him as someone who was just like the rest of them, the first to see past his heritage of being Iraqi.

"Dude…Minta…"

"What is wrong with Minta? What is it?" Sayid yelled, shaking his friend urgently. "Tell me, tell me!"

"Easy, dude, relax! Minta's fine, it's just that she's playing with the mud by the river and I just started to wander, if it is concussion. Once on TV I saw this thing about it, and the girl started to act like a child by playing with dolls again."

At this Sayid breathed a sigh of relief. "Minta's a potter." But he immediately tensed again. "By the river? Is she fine? Is she panicking in any way?"

Walt had took his duties very seriously, so when Minta half dreamily wandered toward the river, he followed her very carefully. Feeling like a police stalking a criminal, he carefully maintained a distance between them, and all this time constantly darting his glance around, much to the great amusement of his father.

Minta knelt by the waterfall and started to grab fists of mud. Slowly she began the process of building something, all this took the whole day as mud was not a perfect substitute for clay, and there was no equipment either. But a smile slowly lit on her face and her eyes seemed to be growing brighter, more lively.

"Such a crowd..." Sayid whispered to Hurley. "Her position is not blocking any one is it?"

"You can relax on that dude." His friend assured him. "Everyone's just curious to see the result. Hey dude, any idea as to what she is making?"

"A Greek vase," Sayid leant forward slightly to take a closer look, but still managed to remain in the shadows. "Judging by the steam it can be a loutrophorus; a lekythos or a kylix."

"What and what? Dude," Hurley said with a roll of his eyes, "It's all Greek to me!"

Sayid surprised both himself and Hurley by a genuine roar of laughter.

Flashback

He put his arms around her neck and kissed her unbound hair. She giggled slightly and leant back to rest against his chest, smiling in content.

"Another Greek vase eh?" he laughed, resting his chin on the crown of her hair, still embracing her. "What is it with your company's obsession with these Greek vases? I swear that you are making two per month."

"Due to some idiot stealing the kylix I made last week and ended up breaking it, I have to make a replacement." She teased, letting one hand intertwining with his strong arm.

"It was all for education Minta! To demonstrate radius and area, then the tossing was an example of a parabola." he protested innocently. "So what is this one?"

"A loutrophorus."

"How do you manage remembering all these bizarre words? It's too much for me, what is it that you English speakers say? 'it's all Greek to me'."

"It is Greek silly!" she giggled, slapping him affectionately.

"Well, no more Greek." Leaning forward he swept her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, planting her onto her seat in front of her the dressing table. All this time they were laughing and giggling out of their simple delight of being together.

She felt something cool touching her throat after his fingers lightly brushed and caressed her neck. Looking down she saw a golden cross hanging there.

"Oh Sayid…it is too beautiful a gift." Minta sobbed, embracing him tightly.

"Nonsense, every girl turning eighteen deserves a gorges present." He said firmly, feeling the urge of crying too, as this simple cross was the only present she had received since her infancy.