As she lay alone in a dark, cold room she wondered how she ended up back in this place in her life. It might've been a different city, a different apartment and a different year, but she felt exactly the same…heartbroken, alone and cold…In a way she expected this to happen, after all she went through her whole life not needing anyone…but in her heart she hoped that he was different, that he would take her away from the life she was so used to, from the life she lived for so long, from the life she hated…and now he was gone, just like all the other people before him…
Turns out that it wasn't him who was different…it was the island. When they got back to the States reality hit them both…hard. Jack transferred to the ER in an attempt to save as many people as he could…trying to make up for the horrible deaths of some of the castaways, the people that he couldn't save…his job became his obsession and there was just no room left her…she understood, the island didn't change him…he's always had a need to save people, being away from civilization just opened his eyes to the fact that he will always want to save people that he hardly knew, while hurting the people he loved…like her.
He tried to act surprised when she walked out into the living room with her bags packed one night…but the look in his eyes let her know that he understood and that made it that much more painful. It has now been three months since she has spoken to him and it seemed like forever because she was so used to spending every waking moment with this man.
She pulled the covers closer around her and looked out the window onto the night sky…all she wanted was to be back on that island, Jack's arms wrapped tightly around her as they lay in his cave…a silent tear escaped her eye and she faded into the world of dreams…back into his embrace.
