I was just walking down the beach when I tripped- tripped, on nothing but my own feet. I landed on my hands and knee's, gasping. Sawyer came up behind me and with that arrogant air stated,

" Trip over your feet a lot freckles?"

" Apparently." I mumbled irritated picking myself up off the ground. When I got on my feet, I swayed a bit, but thanks to Sawyer I didn't fall- again.

" Maybe you should go and see doc Sheppard?" he asked. For the 1st time in the 2 months they had been stuck on the island, Sawyer was being considerate.

" His name is Jack. And no, I'm fine Sawyer." I AGAIN clarified for him. He took an assessing glance at me, and then turned to leave. I watched his retreating back, and sighed. He was easier to fall for then Jack. Jack was so unpredictable. Like, only yesterday when we opened the case and he found the guns, and PERSNAL leverage. The airplane he'd found inside the brief case meant so much to me. It was my father's- he was a pilot until when I distracted him when he was driving and he crashed. Died instantly. My fault. I killed him. At least that's what I thought. That's what I told Jack, I killed someone. " It belonged to the man I killed." I not used to telling anyone about anything about my life. It was mine alone, and nobody had to learn anything about it.

I picked up my feet and started moving back towards the caves. It was getting dark; I always stayed on the beach because I never wanted to face Jack- it wasn't always like that. Ever since he found out I was a criminal and started treating me like one. I wasn't. In my heart, and for fact I wasn't. I needed to get my thoughts straightened out. I just couldn't forget that one image- it was burned in my memory forever.

I woke up in the middle of a jungle somewhere. I had no clue as to where I was or what had happened. When I looked around I couldn't see anybody; then the days events came flashing back to me. The airplane, the Marshall, and the people screaming. They wouldn't stop! My head was pounding; my back hurt like hell, and a branch was poking me in the ass. I tried to move, but it hurt to much. I told myself I had to get up! When I finally got into an upright position. I moved toward where I thought was the beach. It had to be a beach because I was in the middle of a treed jungle.

I finally got onto the beach and my breath hitched in my throat. Everything was a mess, a measicure. People screaming, bleeding, dieing, and watching. People walking around in a haze, almost as if they didn't notice the other racket. All hell had broken loose. The airplane was in shattered pieces, the back engine was still working, and soon it might blow up. I was scared, scared to look, scared to not look. I didn't know what to think. I saw what was happening but I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. I couldn't feel anything; the only thing I could feel was the coldness of the tears running down my cheeks. I had to get out of here, and then I realized this wasn't something I could just walk away from, couldn't lie to myself that this wasn't happening.

Finally after watching for 5 minutes maybe more I moved. But not toward the hell that caught my attention, but back towards the trees, where nothing seemed so complicated. I was just walking when I stumbled upon a man with a deep cut on his back.

That was the day I met Jack. That was the day a big pat of me died. All of a sudden I ran into somebody and fell on the ground, and all the air knocked out of me. I stayed lying on the ground till somebody's voice brought me to my feet. " Jack?"

" Are you okay Kate?" he asked concerned.

" Ya," I wheezed out. " Ya. I think so." The world around me was spinning, then my body hit the ground with a thud. The only other thing I felt was Jack's strong hands wrapping about me.