"I'm the first person you saw on this island," Jack said, looking down. He fumbled with his fingers nervously. "And the only person you talked to that whole day was me, until- well, that's not important. And I'm a, uh, doctor, and -" he smiled "-apparently I haven't been getting any rest, as you pointed out before." Kate smiled thoughtfully. "And, well...I don't know what else to say."

"Oh," Kate said, nodding to herself. "So, what your saying is...you're my only friend, huh?" She looked away sadly. "But be honest with me, Jack, okay? Just, uh, answer this question please... I know I'm a bad person, sure, but why does everyone hate me? I'm not an open person and I know it. Really. So how does everyone know about me and my past?"

"Oh...," Jack began hesitantly. "Um...it was because...uh, he was...mad at you."

"He?" Kate asked, sitting upright. "Who's 'he'?"

"...Sawyer," Jack replied, after a moment. He sighed, looking down. Kate slumped back again. She frowned. Sawyer?

"He's the...," Kate began.

"Con," Jack finished for her. "The convict on the island." Kate nodded her head knowingly.

"Yeah. I think I remember," she said doubtfully. "...I think. He was the guy with the... He went on the raft." She frowned. "Yeah. He went on the raft with...Michael a-and Walt and...Jin, right?"

"Yeah," Jack said, shocked. He nodded, gulping. "Yeah. That's him. H-How...How do you know that?"

"I-I don't know," Kate admitted. "Something stirred up my memory...I'm beginning to remember things." She smiled hopefully. "I'm beginning to remember."

"Well, don't stop talking, then," Jack said, grinning. "What else do you remember?"

"Um..." Kate frowned, forcing herself to think. "All I remember, well, I mean the things that I really remember, is being in the rain trying to find you...then falling. Falling hard...on my head. Then nothing. Well, except having an outburst after seeing you, of course. But that's a different story. That's when...I woke up."

"Oh, yeah, well," Jack began. "Wait. You were trying to find me?" He frowned. "I was trying to find you." Kate put a hand on the side of her head and winced. Jack seemed to notice. "Hey, Kate, you okay?" She nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," Kate said. She shut her eyes tightly and grimaced. "Ah...it stings."

"C'mon, lemme see," Jack said, standing up. He slowly made his way to Kate, and she dropped her hand at her side. He put his hands to the side of her head and peered at her scar. A smile made its way to Kate's face. Jack raised an eyebrow, noticing. He smiled. "What're you smiling about?"

"What?" Kate said, chuckling. She forced her smile away. "I-I'm not smiling."

"...Right." Jack rolled his eyes, unconvinced. He squinted at the scar, and frowned. "Oh, so that's why you don't remember much..." He rubbed his thumb gently against her scar and sighed. "No wonder. The-"

"Don't even say it," Kate said, sighing. "Whatever it is and how gross it is, I don't want to hear it."

"Okay," Jack said, letting his hands fall to his sides. Kate looked around awkwardly.

"So," she began. "What do I do here for fun? You know, for time to pass? Don't I just...walk around the island? Right? Or, no, I-"

"Yeah," Jack said, "you do walk around. But not by yourself." Kate raised an eyebrow, looking confused. Jack smiled. "I mean, you don't walk alone...not because the island is dangerous- well, yes, because of that, but also because...I walk with you."

"Oh," Kate said. "Yeah, that reminds me of when we were running and...I fell." She smiled sadly.

"Sorry to, well, remind you," Jack said, shrugging. Kate shrugged also, as if to say, 'Oh well'. Jack nodded, speechless. "So...wanna go walk now? You know, let's see if you-"

"Remember anything," Kate muttered. "Yeah, yeah." She laughed. "Tell me something new. PLEASE." Jack laughed along with her. He had also regretted saying those words. It was asif they just constantly kept blurting out of his mouth without any control. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. Kate and Jack both began to walk. Jack looked at Kate and at the thoughtful expression on her face. He felt guilty and looked down. Why hadn't he been there for her? Why wasn't he there for her in her time of need? What happenedto the Jack he knew?

"Jack," Kate said, braking off the silence. Startled, Jack looked at Jack with an expression that said, 'Yeah?' Kate peered at him, raising an eyebrow. "What're you thinking of?"

"Someone," Jack said. Then quickly, he added, "Thing. Something."

"Okay...and what's that 'something'?" Kate asked, unconvinced. She knew that Jack was thinking of someone...but who? Was it her?

"Ohh...nothing," Jack said slowly, shrugging. He looked down. Kate stopped walking. Confused, Jack looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Why'd you stop-?"

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to her mouth. She gestured for him to listen, and her eyes widened. "I-It's back. It's back and it's coming this way."