The ceremony was beautiful, and well attended. Every survivor of the crash made the effort to travel back to Australia, even if most took a boat rather than plane. Though most hadn't seen one another since their rescue a month ago, the atmosphere was jubilant with spirit. Most brought along their families so that finally everyone would know who the others had spoken of.

Hurley brought his mother, a rotund woman with a stern mouth but smiling eyes. She held Hurley's hand and was extremely polite to all, even laughing at Charlie's cheesy jokes. She was clearly very happy to have her son back, though she did keep calling him Hugo and making him blush. Hurley, for his part, was jovial at best and drunk at worst. After funding the boat that brought most people to Australia (it had taken the better part of a month to get there from L.A.), he had taken another good portion of his money to pay for a team of scientists to study the island. The only explanation he gave was, "Dude, that place is freaky…and I lost a pair of socks."

For his part Locke didn't bring his family. He came alone and left the same way. He'd always been the outcast but even this was extreme for him. As he passed the happy couple, he nodded and smiled. "Never remember what is worth forgetting, or forget what is worth remembering." With that he left, as quietly as he'd arrived. Hurley, nearby eavesdropping unabashedly, replied to that, "Dude, I seriously think you miss the island."

"I think I lost my wallet, did you see it? It's red leather, got my initials on it…" Boone said as he stormed around the reception. He'd had it only a moment before, and damnit it was a return gift from his mom. Boone narrowed his eyes at Kate, who at eight months pregnant still had sneaky hands. She shrugged harmlessly and batted her eyes at him. He, baffled, continued to look. After explaining why he hadn't been there for his step-dad's funeral his mother had placed him on probation. He had to do exactly what she says, when she says if he wants any chance of keeping his trust fund. Yeah, it was demanding but what was a pandering, weak, sniveling child of a man…but his mommy loved him.

Michael laid his hand on his son's shoulder and pushed him forward. Shyly, Walt held out a wrapped box and smiled. It seemed the boy was embarrassed, shocking considering all the things he'd seen on the island (including the happy couple themselves making it against a tree). Walt glanced around for Locke and was saddened by the fact that he wasn't there. Walt had used Locke as a focus point on the island…as someone to keep him from being forced to bond with Dad. It couldn't be helped though and it in the light of the real world, Walt was glad. He actually liked his dad, who drew pictures at night and made sure that Walt was safe when he had to go to work.

Michael, on the other hand, was bittersweet about this whole ordeal. He did bond with his son and meet other people, but he'd fallen in love with another man's wife. Another man's wife who just happened to deeply love her husband. Maybe it had been the news that his own (ex) wife had died, or that he needed the bond with another human, but Sun had called to him. With the sadness in her eyes. Her crooked smile. Her soft skin. Her…Whoa! Slow down! Bad thoughts, Michael, bad thoughts! You aren't supposed to think those anymore.

Sun and Jin looked calm, as usual. They held hands and talked quietly, with each other and the few people who came to talk. They struggled to keep their tumult from showing. Within days of getting off the rescue boat, Sun's father had found them and "encouraged" Jin to return to Japan. He'd refused and Sun had walked in just in time to witness her father pulling a gun. She'd convinced them to sleep on the situation, but in the night she and Jin had ran. So far, her father appeared to not be able to track them, but at any minute that could change. Despite these circumstances, both still felt that if they were together, they would be all right.

Kate laughed as Boone continued to search for his wallet. When would the boy figure out that you shouldn't brag about how expensive your belongings are in front of thieves? Kate studied the red leather wallet and decided to be nice and give it back. However, as she raised the wallet in the air and started to get Boone's attention, her husband (yeah that's right, they eloped) grabbed her wrist. Then, grinning cheekily, he removed several hundreds from within. He kissed her cheek and headed off to play Keno, but not before giving Charlie slack about his pink suit. What kind of man gets married in a pink suit? (Damn Brits)

Jack brought the biggest surprise…a wife. Yes, that's right, a wife. Unbeknownst to the ogling crowds of females on the island (including the now married Kate), Mr. Shepherd was married to a pretty little blonde. They brought champagne for the couple and were delightfully in tune with each other. She even made the lackluster Jack blush like a schoolboy. Now that's entertainment.

From their view, at a corner table, Sayid and Shannon studied the melee before them. It was chaotic, it was exuberant, it was quite simply, their family. They held hands as they watched various confrontations take place. Kate versus Jack, Sawyer versus pink suit clad Charlie, Hurley versus his mother, not to mention Adrian versus everyone else. Claire's small daughter was making the rounds in the room, being passed from Kate to Sun to Jin to Hurley, and she didn't like a moment of it. Finally, out of sheer exhaustion or want o have a minute with her new husband, Claire passed Adrian to Shannon.

"She's cute…for a squirming ball of fluff."

"She's a baby," Sayid said as if to explain as he tickled Adrian's chin. He leaned over and kissed Shannon's forehead, drawing a sigh from her and a giggle-like sound from Adrian.

"I know that but she's still so fluffy!" Shannon googled at the baby.

"When we have one will you think she's fluffy?"

"When we…oh!"

"Yeah."

"You found it!"

"Yeah," Sayid smiled.

"Are you upset? Because I…"

"Shannon, I love you. I do not care that we will not have a child of our own. I am much blessed just by being near you. My love for you…"

"Blah, blah, blah. You are such a girl."

"I cannot not help that being with you makes me poetic."

"You're still a girl. So…what do you think?"

"I think adopting an Iraqi child is very sweet of you, but unnecessary. We can…"

"Sayid, with that damn war a lot of children over there have no where to go. I want to help. This isn't all about you, you know."

"I know."

"Do you think Adrian has Claire's nose?"

Sayid leaned over and studied the babe's face, taking the chance to also be near Shannon. "No."

"I hope she doesn't have Charlie's."

"Why?"

"He's got a big nose."

"Really."

"No offense."

"None taken," he said in his cold, "I don't mean it" voice.

"Now you're being a girl again."

"Am not."

"Are too…"

Okay, that was the end…what do you think? Good, okay, bad? What the hell I don't care anyways! I loved it and that's all that matters…oh, please like me!