AN: Here is the 5th chapter. I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last four chapters. Anyway, enjoy! Don't forget to review.

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Flashback

A woman that looked to be in her late 20s to her early 30s enters into her bedroom to find her husband awake and reading a magazine. She rolls her eyes and goes to the other side of the bed and climbs in and makes herself comfortable. She is about to close her eyes when her husband speaks, "They finally got into bed?"

She sighs and says "Yea, they went out like a light. It was a good idea to take them to the park." He chuckles and he turns off the lamp by the bed. "Night," he says and his wife replies with a soft grunt.

The husband and wife are slowly drifting off to sleep when the silence is broken by a child's scream. The wife sits up and gets out of bed and quickly runs out of the room. She runs into a bedroom that is next to hers and turns on a light. Her daughter is sitting up, crying her eyes out.

"Mommy, the scary dark man came back!" she says between sobs.

Her mother sits on her bed and looks at her daughter. "Did you tell him what I told you to say?" she asked. The daughter shakes her head and then asks "Why do they come to me, Mommy?"

"As I told you before, sweetie, you have a special power that God gave you to help others. Now, let's tell that scary man to go away." The mother puts her hands around her daughters' and she stops crying.

Together, they both said, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we ask you to go to the light."

The heaviness that the mother didn't realize was in the room was gone. Her daughter smiles and lays back down. The mother tucks her back in and walks to the light switch and turns it off. She is about to leave when she hears her daughter say "Good night Mommy."

"Good night Kristin."

End of Flashback

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After many questions, asked by both Jack and Charlie, I needed a break. I went back to my area in the cave and grabbed my carry on bag that now contained my sketchbook, drawing pencils, journal, and a water bottle. I then headed into the jungle to have some alone time. After about five minutes, I found a perfect spot underneath a tree to sit and rest.

I took out my journal and started to write down what had happened this morning. I wrote down what Claire's reaction was when I told her my memory. She looked sadly and said that she doesn't remember that. I told her it was ok and that sooner or later she would remember something. Then Jack shows up and Charlie fills him in. Like I said before, they asked Claire and me about my memory.

Then all of the sudden, this fruit drops from the tree and lands a couple of feet from me, scaring me half to death. I sat up and looked up in the tree to find something that would have caused the fruit to fall. "Now that I have your attention, I'm ready to answer your questions," said the voice behind me. I turned to look and found Max smirking.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I yelled.

"Shhh, I don't want the others to hear."

"Fine, whatever, what were you about to tell me the last time?"

"As I said before, there is danger at home."

My eyes grew in fear as he said that. I was so tied up with the memory that I've forgotten what he had said. "What kind of danger?" I asked.

"Harry Yates and Mitch Remington escaped last month," he said. My jaw dropped. "How could they? They were in a maximum security jail," I told him. He shrugged his shoulders and then I asked "What about Mom?"

He took a deep breath and said "She's fine."

"Max, you're not a good liar."

"Your brother is doing great."

"Quit changing the subject. What are you not telling me?"

"You're not ready to know. For now, just help the others and I will tell you as soon as you're ready."

"Fine, will Claire remember anything about what Ethan did to her?"

"She will soon find out. The memory that you told her will help her out."

I smiled and then said "Thanks Max."

"You're welcome."

Then I heard a twig snapped and I turned to look to see what or who it was. No one. "Hello?" I called out. No one answered. Another twig snapped and fear started to grow in me. "Hello? Who's there?" I called out again. "It's just me," said the voice behind me. I turned to find Boone and I put my hand over my chest. "You scared me," I said.

"You shouldn't be here alone. It's dangerous out here," he said to me.

"Sorry, I needed some alone time."

"You could have just done that on the beach."

"Yea, but…"

"No buts about it. Come on, let's head back."

He picked up my bag and I picked up the fallen fruit. "It's usually no good to eat it if it has fallen," he said as we started to head back. "I know, I'm going to draw it," I said. He looked at me strangely and then said, "You're going to draw a piece of fruit?"

"It's better than drawing the ocean over and over again," I said and smiled. He smiled back and said, "So, I'm guessing you're an artist." "I am some what. Before I was kidnapped, I would go down to Venice Beach and draw the palm trees, the people, and the ocean."

"Can you show me some of your drawings?"

"Sure, once we get down to the beach."

For the rest of the walk back, there was an awkward silence. Finally we got there and we found the only shade that wasn't occupied. We sat and I took out my sketchbook and gave it to him.

Then for the next hour, we talked about my drawings and got off subject a couple of times. The first ten pages of the sketchbook were people from Venice Beach. From swimmers to the old lady that wears skimpy outfits and dances to the music of the keyboard. "These are great drawings," he said. "There ok," I told him back. "No, really, there great," he argued back. I smiled and said thank you. The next drawings were the ocean and some of the survivors.

The drawing of Hurley and Walt were his favorites. The other survivor drawings he thought were good, but he didn't know them. He stopped talking when he turned to the last drawing. A couple of days ago, I had drawn Sayid and Shannon translating the maps. What was cute was that he was watching her and she didn't know it. I was sitting several feet from them, but they didn't realize what I was doing. I had met Shannon a couple of days ago, she was nice to me, but Charlie claims she's a bitch.

"Boone, what's wrong?" I asked. I could tell from his face he was mad. He then got up and left. I also stood up and started to follow him. "Boone, where are you going?" I asked. He ignored my question and I realized where he was going: to Sayid's tent. We both stopped when we heard Charlie yelled, "Someone help me!" We both turned and saw Charlie and Jin. Jin was knocked out and Charlie was trying to hold him up.

Boone went to go help and I followed him. Boone grabbed onto Jin and laid him down. Jack came running down the path from the cave. While they were talking, I asked Charlie what happened. He told me that Ethan had thrown a rock at Jin and knocked him out. Ethan then threatened Charlie that if they didn't return Claire, he would kill us one by one. "Why in the world does he want her?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Kris, promise me that you won't enter the jungle alone," he said.

"Promise," I responded.

He smiled and he then went to the caves to talk to Claire. Since Boone was busy with Jack, I head back to our "spot" to get my stuff. I picked up my sketchbook and my bag and started to put it in when I noticed something missing: my journal. I panicked. Who would have taken my journal? I then realized who it was.

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Flashback

Saturday Mass had ended and people were filing out of the beautiful Catholic church. A thirteen year old Kristin was still sitting in the pew, nervous as ever. Her mom and dad were talking to an old couple while her older brother, Ben, was flirting with a girl, again. Kristin couldn't take it anymore she got up and started to walk to the front and trying hard not to hit the other people. Father Johnson was putting some things away when Kristin spoke up.

"Father Johnson, may I speak to you?"

"Yes, of course. What is it my child?"

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while."

"Is there something wrong at home?"

"No, everything at home is fine."

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her hands started to shake of nervousness. "Kristin, what's wrong?" he asked. "Father, for all of my life, I've had this special 'sense' that very few people have," Kristin said nervously. "What kind of sense?" asked Father Johnson. Kristin took a deep breath and said "I know this 'sense' was a gift from God because his messenger told me so." Father Johnson looked at her with shock.

"A messenger from God came to you?"

"Yes, because I was in denial with my 'sense.'"

"Tell me what your 'sense' is."

Kristin looked at him and told him.

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Sawyer.

Damn him.

Fear started to rise in me and I ran to his tent. He can't know my secret, yet. I'm not ready to tell anyone. I finally got to his tent and he was sitting in his seat, reading my journal. I stood in front of him and he looked up. "Well, hello there," he said. He then smiled like he knew something. "Give me back my journal!" I growled. He stood up and said "Oh, you mean this? Well, I actually found it so its mine now."

"No, its not! It has my name in it!" I yelled. I then reached quickly to grab it from his hand, but he was too quick. "Oh, are you hiding something from me? Hmmm, let's read and find out," he said. He opened it and I tried to reach it again, but he put it behind his back. "Whoa, there! Let's not get too aggressive here. So, let's see, 'April 8th, 2004. Dear Journal, I have a gift.' Well, I like this opening!" he said. "Please, Sawyer, give it back to me," I pleaded. "You know, it's very rude to interrupt. As I was saying, 'My gift is…'"

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"Father Johnson, I can talk to the dead."

End of Flashback

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AN: Well, now you know what her big secret is. Now, one of your questions is still unanswered and that is who Max is? Well, you get to find that out soon. Hehehe, I love cliff hangers. Aren't you guys excited that next week is a new episode? I know I am! So, review please!