The island was still split into two groups, those on the beach and those in the cave. Minta naturally lived on the beach with her husband now that he was back, although she never once did stayed in the caves as Sayid had intended her to do so during his first departure.

But the two group really only separate during the latter half of the day, in the morning and noon most people mingled at the beach or caves. Minta knew that even if Sayid was forced to go living in the caves, he would still be spending all of his days on the beach.

She was wrapped in a shawl that Sayid had found for her. She twirled her fingers around the rich tassels as she relived how Sayid had mentioned his concern of the wind being too chilling for her. He had then lovingly draped this magnificent shawl onto her, his hands gently guiding the shawl onto the right place.

"Oh, everything makes me think of him." Minta said in frustration.

"Sayid is certainly skilled, you shouldn't worry about him." Sun reassured her younger companion gently.

"I know he should be safe but yet I can't stop worrying. All the what ifs keep on playing inside my head." Minta groaned, now digging her fingers into the laced pattern of the soft wool. "The last time Sayid left he was captured and almost…"

As soon as Sayid had turned away and leave with the rest after giving her an embrace and a kiss, Minta immediately went to find Sun in the hope of distracting herself from her worries.

Seeing that she was risking working herself to hysteria Sun sought to distract the girl. Her eyes were suddenly caught on the shawl Minta was wearing, leaning forward she took a small fistful of the material and studies it closely.

"This is a very good shawl." Sun said, adding: "I mean good quality.", after Minta's light answer of: "Of course it is a good shawl, Sayid gave it to me." She continued: "A shawl made by Prada. This material is very expensive, this shawl would have cost thousands of dollars."

"Prada?" Minta immediately took the shawl off in a revered fashion as she studied it intensely, slightly diverted from her thoughts. This shawl could well be worth more then all of her cloths added up, and maybe even with Sayid's. Due to her parent's ignorance she would wear extremely cheap cloths from second-hand retails as she had to use the money from her part time job in buying basic stationeries and other essentials. Later on, when she had a full time job as a potter she would contribute to half the house-hold's expense, but at least she moved up to warehouses instead.

"I have never worn anything so expensive before." She said softly, her eyes moved down to her blue dress. Until this shawl, that dress was her most valuable dress as it was brought from a proper cloth shop. "I have more reasons of treasuring this shawl now, other then the fact that Sayid gave it to me, which is already a very strong basis."

Looking at Minta's shock Sun felt rather guilty as she was so used to strolling around all the department stores and coming out with bags of branded cloths or accessories.

As Vincent raced toward them Minta shrieked and jumped onto a rock, lifting the prized shawl up. Sun made a mental promise that if they ever get off the island she was going to give half of her closet to the young woman.

"Sorry!" Michael explained as he grabbed the dog back. "I am trying to find Walt with him." Sighing deeply he sat down between them. "Had a fight with him first thing in the morning.

Minta patted his back in sympathy while Sun offered some consolation.

"I don't think he'll listen to me though," he said downhearted. "Kids never listen to parents, so maybe one of you two…"

The two women exchanged glances before they burst into laughter.

"Michael, you picked the worst two to talk about parent obedience." Minta finally said. "My parents are fundamentalist Jews while my husband is an Arabic Christian, do you really think my marriage would be approved by them?"

"And me, I wanted to elope with Jin to America." Sun added. "But Michael, what was the fight about? Maybe we can help somehow."

Michael glanced at Minta and muttered. "I want him to stay away from Sayid and Locke. He didn't want to."

Minta smiled gently and said. "Michael, I can understand your reason and concerns perfectly because I once made the same mistake and I was the person closest to him. But Sayid is never going to torture anyone again, after what happened to me and from his own experience with Danielle, Sayid will keep his promise."

"Isn't that what he vowed before he tortured Sawyer?" Michael asked darkly. "And I have heard about the story with Danielle. He would have killed her, he would have killed again after all those incidents.

"And you would drop the rifle and let Danielle shoot you?" Minta asked. "Anyone in his position would have fired, it was a kill or to-be-kill situation. I do not blame him for wanting to live."

Author's Note: The other day I was at a lost message board, just looking at some of the stuff, and one person was raising his disbelieve at the fact that Sayid would have killed Danielle if that firing pin wasn't there. So I just added the two last paragraphs in.