As they came closer to the crash site, Sara could see fires popping up all along the beach. Some people had salvaged tarps and created tents out of them. The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, and darkness was setting in. Jenna walked up to Sara and Chris, "I managed to get some matches. Do you guys want to share a fire?"

"Definitely," Sara said exclaimed. They walked past people who had already set up camp. Some people were sitting there in shock, some were crying over loved ones who had not made it in the crash, and others were starting fires or pitching makeshift tents. One man was walking around, handing out food packages from the plane.

Chris saw her looking at the food, "Do you want some?" Remembering her experience from the plane, she shook her head, a slight smile gracing the corners of her mouth. They continued on past all of the camps.

"Sorry, but we're going to have to build our fire on the outskirts of everyone," Jenna apologized.

Sara guaranteed her that it was fine and they finally reached the end of everyone's sites. Sitting there, waiting for them, was a pile of twigs and leaves. Jenna kneeled down next to it and pulled out a matchbook. "Okay, now we only have three tries, so let's make it good."

Sara formed the sticks in a little bit of a frame for the fire and put the leaves in the middle. Then, she tentatively took the first match, and struck it on the matchbook. It lit up, and the little flame it cast was bright. She calmly put it in the fire. One of the leaves lit up and then another and another until the whole thing was ablaze.

"I guess we don't need the rest of these," Sara stated, "It looks like some people are collecting supplies; I'll bring them over there. Be right back." She stood up smoothly, and started to walk over to the collection of suitcases and other miscellaneous items from the plane that people had salvaged.

When she reached there, some people were still collecting things. A few people were looking through suitcases and others were standing around almost like guards, including the man who had been so anxious to go to the bathroom on the plane. Glad for having seen a semi-familiar face, Sara walked quickly up, "Nervous guy from the plane, right?"

"Yeah, my name's Charlie. What is it?" Charlie laughed.

"I have some matches; where should I put them?" Sara asked.

Charlie looked around at the piles of stuff behind him and then pointed to the pregnant woman, "Those would go to Claire."

Sara thanked him and walked over to Claire. She gave Claire the matches and Claire thanked her. After that, she walked back over to where Chris and Jenna were sitting. They were sitting quietly around the fire. "Well, that's done. It looks like we don't have a tarp; I guess we're sleeping under the stars tonight."

Chris grinned at her, "Campout! I'll get the marshmallows."

Sara laughed and then caught herself. How could she be laughing? This was one of the worst things that had ever happened to her, yet here she was laughing. It was an odd sensation, making the best of things. Sitting here, laughing with people she had never met while others on the beach cried; it made her feel guilty.

The three people had fallen into silence, and Sara stretched out next to the fire, looking up to the stars. They were all so bright, so prominent. She picked out a few constellations that she had learned when she was a little girl, and smiled. However, she wasn't smiling for long. As Jenna and Chris lay down and fell asleep, she was still awake. Sara always found it hard to sleep, and now, as the events of the day sank in, she found it especially hard.

Everything was starting to become real. She was on an island. She couldn't leave. She had just survived a plane crash. The realizations shot at her like bullets. She was having visions again. She was lying on a beach with 50 strangers and even more dead bodies. She made a decision that the next day; she would help out the other survivors in any way possible. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she woke up to the sun rising on the horizon. Sara sat up and looked out on it. Twisting around, she saw Bryan standing just off of the edge of the jungle. She turned back forward quickly, shaking her head. Then, she heard someone stirring next to her. Turning, she saw Chris sit up. They sat there for a few minutes in silence as the sun rose. Eventually, Chris broke the silence, "I love sunrises."

"Yeah. So beautiful," Sara replied. They fell into silence again. Sara felt content, safe, just sitting there. After a while, people around them were gradually waking up. They were standing up, taking sips of water from their water bottles, and standing in the ocean. As people began mulling around and talking to each other, Sara got up and stretched her legs. She saw Claire and told Chris, "I'm going to go for a little walk. I'll be back in a bit."

She walked over to Claire and asked, "Are you still going through the suitcases? I could help you…you know, if you want."

Claire smiled at her, "Yes, thank you. We can start now. The suitcases are over here."

They walked over to a large pile of suitcases that was almost as tall as Sara. She looked at the intimidating mound and turned to Claire, "I guess we should just start at the top." She began pulling suitcase by suitcase out of the pile and going through their contents. People would occasionally walk over and claim their stuff. Claire and Sara had a good laugh when a blond came over, desperate for her bikini.

After an hour of searching, Jack came over, "Did you guys find any medicine in those suitcases."

Claire pointed to the pile of medicine they had stacked over to the right, "It's over there."

Jack leaned down next, "Have you had any contractions today? Has the baby been kicking?"

Claire frowned, "I'm doing well, thank you." Jack took the medicine and walked back over to the small medicine tent that he and some other survivors had set up. Claire sighed as he walked away, "You know, every time I start to feel useful around here, somebody has to go and remind me that I'm pregnant. Not that it's hard to forget in this heat."

Just as she said that, Charlie walked up to them, carrying three bottles of water. "And how are you ladies doing today?" he said, handing them both a bottle of water, "I thought that you could use a break."

They thanked him and dropped the suitcases that they had been looking through. For a few minutes, they sat in an awkward silence, soaking up the sun. Charlie began fumbling through the possessions that they had found. When he reached the clothes pile, he exclaimed, "Oh, score! You guys found my clothes."

"Awesome." Claire answered, as he gathered them up.

He flushed and said, "Well, I'll leave you guys now. Bye Claire." She smiled back at him and he carried his clothes off.

They watched him walk off for a minute, but Sara snapped out of her trance and pulled a suitcase off of the pile. Claire continued staring at Charlie. Sara shook her head and waved her hand in front of Claire's face, "Yoo-hoo, anyone in there?"

Claire blushed and mumbled, "I-I was just…"

"Staring at Charlie," Sara finished.

Claire grinned, "You caught me. He's really nice, isn't he?"

Sara nodded, "I swear I've seen him before though." She shrugged and continued to look through the bags. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and reducing the size of the pile considerably. When she finished going through a bright pink backpack, Sara reached unenthusiastically for another bag. As she pulled it in front of her, she realized it was her bag. "Oh my gosh. This is mine." Sara cried.

Claire sighed, "Haven't found mine yet. I think we're done for today. We can finish these tomorrow." Sara pulled her bag off and hurried over to where she had slept the previous night. Jenna was sitting there, but Chris wasn't.

Sara sat down next to Jenna, "Where's Chris?"

Jenna looked over to her left and said, "The medicine tent. He's helping out Jack. So, how are you doing? Found any good suitcases?"

Sara said, "Yeah, we're almost done with them. Do you want to help tomorrow?"

Jenna shook her head, "I'm helping Hurley out with the food. He's really funny." She turned to look at him and he was waving Jenna over. "I've got to go. You want some food?"

Sara nodded, "I'll be there in a minute." As Jenna walked away, Sara pulled her bag towards her. She unzipped it, looking around warily. Then, she began pulling out its contents. She found her clothes, deodorant, toothbrush, and shampoo. Sitting underneath her clothes was a small pill bottle. It had her prescription for her trial medicine on it. She looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone had seen her pull the pills out of her bag.

Then, she turned to look at the jungle and Bryan was still standing there. He waved his hand casually at her, and she looked away quickly. She sat down and looked at the pill bottle. She unscrewed it and then put it back on it several times, looking undecided. All of a sudden, she plunged the pills into her bag and zipped it up.

FLASHBACK

Sara was sitting in a school cafeteria. She looks younger. People were sitting all around her, eating. She waved for someone off screen to come sit down. A man came and sat down next to her and she twists to look at him and smiles. It's Bryan. Another girl comes to sit where he is and he stands up quickly, "Here milady, take my seat."

Sara laughed and the other girls at the table gave her odd looks. She wondered why they weren't laughing. Shrugging she stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, Bryan following behind her. She walked out of the school and down the block to her house. Stepping inside, she saw her parents sitting at the kitchen table, looking somber.

"Sara, we need to talk to you," they said, as she held the door open for Bryan to get in.

Waving her hand to indicate Bryan, she said, "Can't this wait until later?"

Their faces screwed up in confusion and then softened, "Sara, we really need to talk to you."

Sara rolled her eyes at Bryan and sat down at the table across from them, "So, what is it?"

They gave her a sympathetic look; her father said. "Well, honey. Lately we've been worried about you…umm…I don't really know how to put it."

He turned to her mother and she took over, "Well…mentally. Your friends have told us that you are seeing people who aren't there. We hear you talking in your room at night. We're just doing what's best for you."

Sara was taken aback. Her parents were acting like she was crazy. She didn't even know what they were talking about; the only person that she talked to at night was Bryan, but he was her good friend. How could her parents think she was nuts? Gathering herself she said, "What?"

Her mom looked like she was going to cry and pushed a crinkled, well worn brochure across the table. Sara picked it up and looked at it. CHARIOT HILLS SANITORIUM was printed on the front. There was a picture on the front cover of a large building sitting on a large hill surrounded by trees and blue skies. The only thing that seemed out of place was the chain link fence around the whole complex.

"You want me to go here?" she shouted, turning to Bryan who was standing innocently in the corner, "Come on Bryan. Let's go." She stood up, flinging the brochure on the table angrily.

Her parents looked puzzled, "Sara, who are you talking too?"

She glared at them, "Bryan."

"Sara. There's no one there." Sara looked shocked and stared at Bryan. Then, she sat submissively at the table, picking up the brochure.

END FLASHBACK

Sara helped out with the handing out of the food and took a little for herself. She headed back to her, Jenna and Chris' campsite. Claire, who had seen her talking to Shawn on the plane, had asked her to say something about him, and she wanted to sit down and think about what she was going say.

She walked over to their spot on the ground and picked up a stick to stoke the fire. Sara knew that Bryan was still standing behind her and she had noticed, to her dismay, that he had moved a little closer. She poked at the fire halfheartedly when, suddenly, a yellow Labrador ran up to her.

He began barking loudly at her and she jumped; she hadn't had the vision of the dog since she was seventeen. She brandished the stick like a weapon and began making stabbing motions to the dog. "Go away!" she shouted. Why was he coming back now? She continued to fend off the barking dog and began to search through her back frantically with one hand for her medicine.

Suddenly, people began running up to see what the commotion was. A tall, black man ran up and took hold of the dog's collar and exclaimed, "What are you doing with my son's dog!"

A boy who looked like his son ran up, "Vincent. Down boy." He took the dog by the collar.

Charlie ran up, "What happened?"

"She just flipped out on my son's dog!" Everyone was staring at Sara and she saw Chris standing the group, looking worried. She didn't say anything and the man just stalked away.

The group broke up and Charlie walked up to her, "Don't mind Michael. He has a bit of a temper problem," and walked away.

She sat down next to the fire, catching her breath and shivering. Chris sat down next to her and, seeing her shivering, put his arm around her, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sara shook her head, "I'm…I'm just afraid of dogs."

Chris smiled, "Fair enough." That was the end of the excitement and everyone went to sleep for the night. The next morning she woke up and saw everyone moving bodies. She new that she was going to have to talk about Shawn that night. The day flew by, uneventful except for a few glares from Michael. The end of the day came and Claire started to talk about the deceased.

When she came to Shawn's passport, she read off his name and handed it to Sara. Sara swallowed and looked at the group, "Well, as some of you may know, I sat next to Shawn on the plane. He had umm…brown hair. He ordered the lasagna, and he liked my hair. I didn't really talk to him before…before he…before the plane crash. I remember that he didn't have his oxygen mask on when we went down and I couldn't help him. It's amazing, he was sitting right next to me and I survived and he didn't. It's funny how life works isn't it? I just know one thing. We…All of us…we should be thankful. We're very lucky… That's all I really have to say." She finished and withdrew from the group as the eulogies continued. Her only thought was: I survived.