"Jack!" called Michael's voice from outside the caves. There was a dull roar of movement and speech as he passed through the outer caves into Jack's "hospital." "Jack!"

Jack jumped up and from the crouching position he had been in while gathering a water bottle or too for later in the day. Hearing the urgency in Michael's voice he dropped the bottles and ran to meet the construction worker. To his horror, but somehow not his surprise, Michael was carrying the limp body of a young girl. Her hair was moist from the ocean and her wet suit shone in the midmorning sun with a shone with what looked like blood. Michael rushed in past the doctor and set her down on Jack's "operating table."

"What happened to her?" Jack asked while already ripping open her wet suit, checking her pupils and pushing down on her exposed chest in hopes that she would breathe, all at the same time it seemed to Michael.

"She was on the beach with Sawyer. I don't know, but by the time I got there she was already unconscious," Michael panted wide-eyed.

Jack blew into her mouth and proceeded to pump the girl's lungs, but she wasn't reacting. It was possible that she had been dead already when she was with Sawyer, but Jack couldn't accept another defeat. No one else was going to die. He promised himself.

I promised myself.

She coughed. Jack struggled to keep back insane, hysterical, triumphant laughter as the girl leaned over the side of his table and away from Jack to spit up a fraction of the sea water she had ingested. Even after this however she proceeded to cough and wheeze until finally she lay back down and breathed heavily, her eyes closed.

"Miss?" Jack tried to communicate, "Miss? What is your name?"

The girl opened her eyes slowly at first, she was not sure if she recognized the voice or not. But after seeing the two faces hovering above her, she jumped up immediately and ran into the back of the cave, wide eyed and looking very much like a half drowned dear in the headlights.

"Miss please. Who are you?" Jack said stepping toward her and holding his hand out as if to caution her against doing anything drastic and also as if to hold his hand out to rescue her from something.

The girl didn't understand, her eyes darted from one part of the cave to another and dived for the Jack's little medical cupboards. Almost immediately she pulled out a knife and pointed at the two men.

Hurley and Charlie appeared in the doorway, the latter of the two gasped, "Jack what's going on?"

"Get out!" Jack screamed. The newcomers hesitated for a minute before finally leaving the dramatic scene.

"Miss please, we're not going to hurt you, put down the knife," Jack begged.

Michael, who had been dumbstruck until now stepped forward and added, "He's not going to hurt you." But either he struck a chord by saying this or he stepped too close, because at that moment the girl ran at him, knife brandished high in the air.

Jack dove under her and grabbed her around the ankles causing her to fall backward, and in the force of the impact the knife slipped out of her hands and onto the floor just feet behind her.

"Michael tie her hands!" Jack ordered as he struggled with the girl who was thrashing around like a live fish on a dock.

The construction worker grabbed a piece of the girl's torn wet suit that was lying on the table and ran behind the girl. She struggled and screamed as he bound her hands and Jack, in turn, bound her feet with another piece of the same material.

They propped her up against a rock panting and tried again. Jack asked as calmly as he could, "Who are you?"

The girl glared at him in what looked like horrible rage, tears streamed down her face, or was it sea water? She looked away from the two men and mumbled, "I don't remember."

"What did she say?" Michael asked Jack loud enough for the girl to hear.

"I DON'T REMEMBER!"