"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Claire asked for the fourth time that evening. She and Kitty had been talking since early that afternoon and had become friends, good enough friends in fact that now the girl with violent green eyes was holding Claire's small child. He was silent and peacefully asleep, but it was still a gesture of immense trust. Charlie came by to distribute the food and acted very kindly toward Kitty but she could see extreme affection in his eyes when he looked at Claire and the baby. He had been with them for an hour or so now and had slipped into their conversation so easily Kitty barely noticed.

"I'm sure. Thank you," Kitty nodded.

"Well anyway, where was I?" Charlie asked taking a bite of the fruit he was eating.

"The polar bear," Kitty said adjusting the baby in her arms.

"Oh right, but at the time we didn't know it was a polar bear. There was just this massive thing headed straight toward us! So what does Sawyer do, he takes out this bloody pistol and plugs the thing full of holes!"

The girl smiled a little, "How long ago was it?"

Charlie and Claire looked at each other, as if they needed help from another person to judge time, which they did. "About a month or two…" Clair trailed off.

"You've been on the island that long? What about rescue teams… helicopter?"

"Not a damn bloody one," Charlie said sneering, "The plain was 1000 miles off course by the time it started to go down. If there were they've been looking in the wrong places."

A smile spread across Kitty's face, more genuine the previous one.

Claire continued, "But now that you're here they might come looking for you. You might be our lucky star." She looked at her baby and Kitty knew she didn't want the child to be raised apart from so many things and so close to others. She struggled to keep the smile up and eventually let it down into a thin line. Neither smile nor frown.

"Well that's what the whole island's hoping anyway," Charlie declared, "A few of the Christian's started calling you an angel."

"I prefer Kitty."

"Suit yourself," Claire said.

"Uh… what time is it?"

"Time to get a watch. Or better yet a battery for a watch. All of ours ran out a couple of weeks ago," Charlie explained.

"Oh," Kitty looked back into the jungle, and then to the beach, the sand of which shone pale like the moon itself, "I guess I should be getting back now. Thank you."

"For what?" Claire asked taking back her sleeping infant, "You kept me company remember?"

"Right," Kitty nodded, "Well, anyway, I guess I'll see you around." And with that she sprinted back onto the beach and toward her "home."

Home…? Temporary dwelling…? Landlord's apartment…?

She could hear Charlie say goodbye and she waved without turning around.

When she got to wherever it was she slept at night (she was still trying to decide what she should call it when she got there) the doctor was leaning against one of the nearby trees and Sawyer was sitting on the right side of his torn out air plane seats. It was too dark to read, but he seemed content to stare out at the nocturnal ocean.

"Uhh… I went outside like you asked," she informed as she approached the two men.

"Did you eat?" Sawyer asked. Kitty could see a plate of uneaten food "there's no way in hell you're getting board" came rushing back to her memory but ignored the question and asked:

"What's he doing here?"

"Wanted to talk to you," Sawyer divulged.

"I told you I don't remember anything."

Jack looked her over; it was exactly like what Sawyer had said. Countless linear scars running up and down her limbs, and in the moonlight, the difference in pigment was magnified. They looked almost like tiger stripes.

A cat to its truest form.

"Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"Yes. I'm sure." Kitty snapped.

"Nothing about the scars on your arms? Your legs maybe?" he asked, his voice not wavering in the slightest.

"That's what this is about!" the girl screamed, "No I don't remember how I got them and even if I did what would you do about it?"

"Well first I would have to figure out your motivation" –

Kitty cut him off, "YOUR ALREADY BLAMING ME FOR THESE? I TOLD YOU I DON'T REMEMBER HOW I GOT THEM!"

"It's pretty obvious. You tried to drown yourself the minute Michael and I let you go, who else could have done them?"

"I DON'T KNOW DOC! I STILL DON'T REMEMBER!"

"Will you just listen? I'm trying to help!"

"WILL EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP?" Sawyers roared angrily, "And explain to me what exactly is going on?"

Kitty stood still as her rage seethed inside her, when she felt she couldn't take it anymore she turned around and stalked away.

"Oh look it that! Now you've gone and got the Misses all fired up!" Sawyer accused Jack.

Kitty stopped and turned around, "Excuse me?" She half ran back to Sawyer and slapped him hard in the face, "I am NOT your misses!" And with that she ran off again.

Jack struggled to suppress a chuckle.

"Can you do anything right doc?" Sawyer fumed.

The happiness drained from Jack's face, "Hey I can't make her do anything she doesn't want to!"

"She wouldn't have gotten that way if you hadn't pressured her! I agreed to show them to you, you never said anything about a confrontation!"

"I did what I thought was right!"

"Hey!" Kate ran toward the arguing men, "What the hell are you guys doing? You woke up half the beach!"

"Looks like our savior has a self mutilation problem," Jack said who had heard the angel rumor.

"What?" Kate asked bewildered.

"You guys work this out," Sawyer protested, "Right now I have to go make sure the chick doesn't drown herself again!" And with that he ran after his burden, the island's savior, Claire's friend, and Jack's failed rescue mission.

"What happened?" Kate asked still not grasping anything either of the two guys said.

"She's got scars, they're self inflicted but she won't admit to them. Still says she doesn't remember."

"And you don't believe her?"

"I don't know what to believe. You have to admit it's convenient, if she's in with Alex she's a pro. Already has the island calling her God."

"Claire didn't remember anything when she came back either," Kate reminded.

"I don't think this one came back. I think she just came, the question is from where."

Kate looked at him and he continued, "No one remembers her, she doesn't remember her real name, or at least she says she doesn't. We have no way of telling if she was on the plain or not, it's possible she just got knocked overboard by storm, or that she's Ethan's daughter. Alex's daughter, I don't know."

"She's not Ethan's daughter." Kate said.

"How do you know?"

She smiled, "She's too pretty."

They both looked down the beach to find Sawyer and Kitty fighting.

"YOU DON'T WANT ME THERE SO WHY SHOULD I GO BACK?" Kitty screamed, struggling to get free of Sawyer's grasp as he was clutching her left bicep.

"IF I DID'T WANT YOU THERE WHY WOULD I HAVE SAVED YOUR LIFE? YOU'VE SEEN MY STASH I COULD HAVE PAYED ANY ONE OF THEM OFF TO KEEP YOU!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU?" Kitty panted and calmed down, "Why?"

"Well right now I don't know. You've just been so pleasant! It's hard for me to pick out what I like best about you. Let's see now, your wild mood swings are pure gold by the way"-

Elsewhere and out of earshot Jack said, "Oh yeah, a delicate gorgeous flower."