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Jack held the pocket knife Charlie had tried to use to kill himself in his hand. His reflection showed in the blade of the knife. At the moment he despised the person he was looking at in the blade. He sighed and finished his journey down the stairs and into the lobby of the hotel. He saw Kate, sitting in the corner with Jacob. She looked up from the boy and smiled."Hey! Are you ready to go," she asked?

Jack sadly looked up into Kate's eyes. She frowned.

"What happened," she asked?

So Jack explained every last detail to her. A few times her eyes widened. When Jack finished, Kate sighed and looked to the floor, allowing strands from her tight, brown ponytail to fall into her face.

"So what do we do," she asked?

"Get him out. Kate, why don't you go up there? Maybe he will open the door for you," Jack said.

Kate agreed and ventured up the stairs. When she came to Charlie's hotel room she sighed and gently knocked upon the door.

"Charlie are you in there," she said softly.

Kate received no answer. She exhaled heavily and looked around the hall. An idea suddenly popped into her head and she reached into the back pocket of her washed out jeans. She pulled her wallet out and rummaged through all the coupons until she found her credit card. She took the card and slid it into the crack in the side of the door. The was a 'POP' and then the door slowly went back on its hinges. Kate stepped into her room and quietly pulled the door shut behind her. She turned her attention to the bed, where Charlie lay curled in a ball. She creeped over to the queen sized bed and sat lightly on the end of it. She saw Charlie's wrist, which was now swollen and black and blue. Kate gulped.

"Charlie," she whispered?

Charlie made no response. Kate frowned and stroked his brownish-blonde mop. He looked up with swollen eyes.

"Claire used to do that," he said, his voice raspy.

Kate gave a slight smile. "Charlie you need to stop being so upset. You should be celebrating her wonderful life. She had a beautiful son and a man who loved her and that's all she ever needed. She left behind a happy life. We all miss her Charlie," Kate said softly.

Charlie sighed. "I can't help it. It's just...just," Charlie murmured.

"Just that she was a wonderful woman who had everything in the world," Kate smiled.

For once Charlie actually looked up at Kate and smiled. "Yeah," he said softly.

Kate brushed her fingers through her hair and then stood up. "Me and Jack are gonna go. We'll send Jacob up," she smiled and waved good-bye.

Charlie sat up. Kate's words circled around and around in his head until he heard the door open. JAcob came waddling into the room.

"Hey buddy," Charlie said. He lifted Jacob into his arms. Charlie had explained to Jacob that they might not see each other in a long time and he made sure Jacob understood. But now Charlie looked into the boys piercing, icy blue eyes.

"Jakie I want you to promise me something," Charlie said. Jacob nodded. "Always remember that I am your father and that I love you," Charlie continued. "And no matter what you do. Never call that man who is coming to get you dad. I'm your dad. Remember that okay."

Jacob nodded. Charlie kissed the child's forehead and set him down.

Jacob went over to play with his little wooden toys Locke had carved him on the island. Charlie sat back and watched him and massaged his sore wrist when there was a knock on the door. He was startled and angry. Thomas wasn't supposed to come to till tomorrow morning. He stormed towards the door and whipped it open.

"You know, I really think that you are a complete asshole and...," Charlie stopped when he saw a young woman standing in the doorway.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else," Charlie said quickly.

"It's quite all right," she smiled. There was something that was so familiar about this girl.

"Come in," Charlie invited.

The girl stepped inside and turned to Charlie. She put out her hand.

"My name is Andrea," she said.

Charlie's eyes widened. "Andrea Littleton," he asked, shaking her hand, hiding his hurt hand?

She smiled. "Yep, that's me."

"Claire spoke so highly of you," Charlie said. Claire told Charlie so much of her little sister. Every adventure they went on, and how she was one of the only people who comforted her when she was pregnant.

"I just wanted to let you know that Claire's funeral is tomorrow," Andrea frowned. "You don't have to come. It must be terrible. You losing my nephew and Claire," she said, trying to hold back tears.

Charlie placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be there. Claire was the only woman I loved," he said softly.

Andrea looked up at him," And she was my only sister."

Charlie sadly looked to the floor. He lifted his head up. "That reminds me. Do you want to meet your nephew," he asked?

Andrea's face brightened up. "Yes, very much," she said beaming a smile, just like Claire's 100 watt smile. It made Charlie's heart ache, knowing he would never see Claire flash that smile again.

Charlie introduced Andrea to Jacob.

"Jacob this is your Aunt Andrea," Charlie said.

"Wow! That makes me sound old," she laughed.

Andrea met her nephew and chatted with Charlie and Jacob for a while before she had to leave.

"I hope to see you tomorrow," she waved and headed out the door.

Tomorrow, Charlie knew, would be a terrible day for him. He would have to say good-bye to Jacob, as well as his last good-bye to Claire. He exhaled heavily through his nose and then turned to Jacob.

"Ready for bed," he said?

Jacob looked up. "No," he said.

"To bad, it's time for bed," he smiled, handing the child his pajamas.

When Jacob was changed Charlie tucked him in.

"Night Jakie," he said kissing the boys forehead. "Don't let the bed bugs bite." Charlie pulled the covers up to Jacob's chin he frowned as he looked at the half asleep boy. This would be the last time he would say goodnight to Jacob, his Jakie, his buddy, his son.

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