A/N: WOW! Was the season finale not the most amazing thing you've ever seen in your life! Honestly though I found it surprisingly calm. I was expecting huge jungle raids or something with rifles going off everywhere and bloody screams. Yes I am gory and disgusting and for that I apologize. Despite my initial let down it was still a great episode.

"I know it's me."

Sawyer watched as his kitten sobbed into herself, he wanted to do something… but what? He felt like this was the sort of thing his father would have taught him had he lived a little longer, and at that thought the rage he had bottled up and accumulated for so long began to stir again and he got angry. His mouth curled downward into a scowl and he whipped his head around to see Hurley staring at him and Kitty.

Hurley gave him a look as if to say, "What the hell are you doing, comfort her!"

Sawyer furrowed his brow and shrugged to communicate his utter loss for what he was supposed to do. Hurley pantomimed putting his arm around a woman in the air, to which the southerner shook his head but Hurley just kept gesturing, and knowing he was right, Sawyer gave in. He stretched out his right arm and curled it around Kitty whose shoulders shook so violently from her sobs that Hurley could almost see Sawyer vibrating along with her, to which he chuckled slightly, waved, and went to find Jack.

He found Jack in the caves looking over the boy.

"Dude," Hurley said a little guilty, "What's the point? He's got a hole in his head and you honestly don't know how he died?"

"I do I just, wanted to check if he had any diseases," Jack said using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, "Something he could pass to the rest of us."

"So are we gonna burry him or…?"

"That's up to Kitty."

"Why?" Hurley had not seen the picture. No one had except Kitty, Sawyer, John Locke, and Sajiid.

Jack sighed, not knowing if it was his place to dispose this information, "She knew him."

"Oh, I get it," Hurley said nodding, looking at the dead boy, "No I don't man."

"Look, the longer we keep a decomposing body the easier it is for us to catch a disease from it, we're going to bury him as soon as possible. Try and get Sawyer to talk to her, either him or Claire, or Charlie, but only those people, you got it?"

"Um, why don't I just tell her?"

"She doesn't listen to anyone else. She gets… defensive and moody. I've tried okay, it doesn't work, just get one of them to talk to her. Aim for tonight if she can handle it, if not then we'll have to do tomorrow morning."

"Got it!" and with that he hobbled off into the jungle.

Kitty seemed oddly yielding when Sawyer put his arm around her. She seemed almost to melt into him actually and after a while her head sank down into his lap and cried herself to sleep.

The beach, which was usually so crowded with busy people, fishing, talking, fighting, preaching, and almost every other verb known to man, it could be seen being carried out on that beach. But the tragedy of the morning, and the ghost ship still on the beach seemed almost foreboding; they had all retreated into their shelters. In their privacy, Sawyer stole the chance to study his kitten.

My kitten? Since when is she mine? But the fact remained that the thought slipped into his head freely and it didn't seem like such a terrible idea.

There were bags under her eyes, as if from too much or not enough sleep, her lips parted slightly when she slept, and cheeks were stained. She had cried so much since coming here, like when your fingers prune while in the bath tub too long, there were long lines on her cheeks that seemed almost withered. Gingerly, almost with a lover's care, he traced the lines with his fore and middle fingers.

"Sawyer!" Hurley called from down the beach snapping him out of his daze. He whipped his hand away from the girl and tried to look as unhappy with the situation as possible, "I got to talk to man!"

"Shut up!" Sawyer whispered, he gestured to the sleeping cat in his lap.

"Oh right," Hurley dropped his voice, "Look, we want to hold a burial tonight, if she can handle it. But the latest we can do is tomorrow morning."

"Well what the hell am I supposed to do nudge her awake and say, 'good mornin' sun shine we're gonna burry your boyfriend now, time to rise and shine!'"

"Look if you don't want to do it I can get Charlie or Claire to but somebody's gotta do it and Jack said it has to be one of you guys."

"Since when does he get to call all the shots?"

"Just wake her up or something, I don't know, I'm just the little messenger monkey!"

"She'll wake up on her own! 'Til then I'm not gonna budge and neither is she!"

"…" Hurley looked confused, "What if you have to pee?"

"Damn it man just get outta here!"

Kitty looked out at the ocean that brought her here; it was the only thing she could see with her head in Sawyer's lap. She tried her best to pretend to sleep again, and even though her eyes stung with tears and fresh salt air, when she closed her eyes, there were nothing but after images. That very ocean tossing her around, Sawyer pulling her up, the doctor with fear in his eyes, the bullet wound, Claire's precious baby, the Christians calling her savior, Charlie on his guitar, the dying candle, the bullet wound, the people staring, the bullet wound, the bullet wound, the bullet wound. "The god damned bullet wound," she breathed.

Sawyer tilted his head lower to listen more closely, "What?"