Sabrina stared at the TV in the kitchen of her far too big house. The phone number at the bottom of the newscast would put you through to telephone operators who had a list of the forty-something survivors of flight 815, who were now all safely in a hospital somewhere in LA. But Sabrina would finish her coffee before she opened that Pandora's box. Two and a half years was a long time to come to terms with things and she was fairly sure this glint of hope wasn't healthy. The chances of one of the survivors being her son was slim so she was going to finish her coffee first.

But the coffee tasted bitter and Sabrina let it go cold. She considered allowing this to disqualify her from making the call but she knew it had to be done. She just couldn't face losing her son all over again. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialled the number and waited on the line.

"Flight 815 hotline," a rather too cheery voice chimed down the phone.

"Erm, hi," Sabrina stumbled, a little put off. "Yes, I'm calling to enquire about my son. He was on the flight."

"What was his name, please?" the voice asked.

'Was?' Sabrina thought. That didn't fill her with confidence. "Boone," she replied. "Boone Carlisle."

"Boone Carlisle. Hold one moment please," the voice said as Sabrina heard typing in the background. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. 'Don't get your hopes up' she kept telling herself.. 'Just don't get your hopes up.'

"Yes, we have a Boone Carlisle," the voice chirped back.

Sabrina was stunned into silence, she couldn't even reply. Boone was alive? After all this time, all this mourning, he was alive?

"Miss?"

Sabrina suddenly realised she was holding her breath. "Is he all right? How is he?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I don't have that information, all I have is a list of survivors," the voice replied. "They'll be releasing most people today, you can contact the hospital for further details."

"Okay. Thank you," Sabrina said, still a little dazed.

"No problem. Have a nice day," the voice replied, and the cheeriness didn't seem quite so out of place this time.

Then suddenly a thought struck Sabrina. "Shannon!" she said suddenly. In all the confusion she'd almost forgotten about Shannon, and Shannon wasn't one to let herself be forgotten about easily.

"Excuse me?" the voice asked, clearly a little thrown.

"Shannon Rutherford. She was on the plane too," Sabrina explained. "Do you have Shannon too?"

"Shannon Rutherford," the voice mused, typing on the computer again. "Yes, we have Shannon Rutherford too," the replied.

Sabrina couldn't believe it. Boone and Shannon were both alive. She had her family back. Well, what was left of it. She was so overwhelmed she couldn't even react.

"Is there anyone else, miss?" the voice asked.

Sabrina tuned back into the conversation. "What?"

"Did you know anyone else of the flight?"

"No. No, that was it. Thank you," Sabrina managed to get out.

"Well, you must be very happy they're both alive," the voice said.

"Yes," Sabrina said blankly. "Yes. Happy. Very happy."

"Goodbye then," the voice said and it stuck Sabrina that she should get off the line and let this person get back to work.

"Yes, sorry, goodbye," said Sabrina as she put the phone down and then stared at it. Hospital. She had to ring the hospital and find out how Boone and Shannon were. She picked up the phone again.