Once they arrived at the spot, they decided to take a break.

"What do you think happened to him?" Kate asked, disrupting the silence that had formed between them.

Jack looked down, not answering. For once in his life, he didn't have an explanation. Ever since they crashed into the island, he was bewildered at its mysteries. Sawyer's disappearance was just another bullet on the list.

"I have no idea," he muttered, running his hands through the sand.

Kate sighed. Weird things would not just stop happening.
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"Freckles," Sawyer mumbled, opening his eyes.

"Freckles?" a mysterious voice answered back, laughing. "Hardly. But glad to see you're alive."

Sawyer opened his eyes frantically and looked at the person who was speaking. He had never seen her before, ever. She had dark brown medium long hair and honey colored eyes. He could tell she was Latin by the color of her skin.

"Who are you?" Sawyer said as if he were in a dream.

"I am a survivor of a plane crash, Oceanic flight 815."

"Wait!" Sawyer said, jumping off the ground, coming to his senses.

"What did you do to our raft? Where's everybody?" he yelled, menacingly. He looked down at the woman waiting for her reply.

"Take it easy. I have no idea what you're talking about, but you really need to quit moving around so much for your arm," the woman calmly said as she stood up and glared at Sawyer.

"My arm?" Sawyer asked, checking first his right arm and finding nothing, then moving his gaze to his left arm, noticing the bandaged up wound he possessed. Only then did he remember that he had been shot by… those people. The others, he assumed.

"The others! They took Walt and shot me, then they burnt our raft," he said, angry with himself. He was the one who demanded that the flare be fired in the first place… and now… they were probably dead, and it was his entire fault.

"Wait, who exactly are YOU?" the woman asked, confused. She sat back down and pulled a water bottle out of her backpack, handing it to Sawyer.

"Lady, I'm a survivor of the same plane crash you are," he said, drinking the water. He then proceeded to tell her the whole story of their experience on the island, from the plane crash to the raft. "By the way, name's Sawyer," he finished, smiling.

"My name is Ana Lucia," she said, matter-of-factly, smiling back and offering a hand to Sawyer.

Sawyer shook her hand back and looked around. This area of the beach was similar to the area where he stayed.

"Are you the only one?" Sawyer asked, expecting a firm yes, by the looks of it.

"No. There's another guy, Paul. He's getting some food now, though," she said. "We found you yesterday lying on the beach about half a mile away. We initially thought someone had put you there… but we didn't know why they would leave you," she finished, confused.

Sawyer was surprised he had survived. He didn't remember anything after he had been shot and hit the cold water that put him into shock.

"Well, not that I ain't thankful for all that you've done, but I've really got to find everybody and tell 'em what happened," Sawyer said remorsefully, drinking more of the water.

He also couldn't believe there were other survivors. He was sure they were the only ones. Before Ana Lucia had said anything in reply to Sawyer's dismissal, a man was walking towards them carrying a bag full of fruits.

"He's awake?" the man asked, stating the obvious.
Ana Lucia nodded and introduced them both. "Sawyer, that's Paul. Paul, meet Sawyer."

They filled Paul in on what they had talked about. Paul couldn't believe there were more survivors. He thought Ana and himself were the only ones.

"I was just getting' ready to leave," Sawyer said, grabbing a piece of fruit.

"We'll come with you," Paul intruded. "God knows we need more human interaction. It would be nice to meet some more people."

"I guess. Ya'll ready to go?" Sawyer said, not noticing the excitement in Paul's voice.

"Let us pack some stuff and we'll be ready," Ana said, getting up and packing some clothes and water in her backpack.

"Wait. How are we going to find them? They could be on the other side of the island," Paul questioned, doubting they would ever find Sawyer's friends.

"I'm already ahead of ya," Sawyer began. "If ya'll remember where you found me, we could go back there. Ana said it seemed as if someone had already found me and dragged me out onto the beach… which means somebody who knew me probably found me."

"That's right!" Ana exclaimed. She was pulling the backpack over her shoulders as Paul was doing the same.

"Let's go, then," Paul began walking in the direction where they had first seen Sawyer's body in the distance.