Locke wandered into the woods, longing to finally meet the "monster" who was spreading the shadow of fear over all the inhabitants of the island every time it was mentioned. He crept into the highest tree, slid into the lowest ditches, and thought of nothing but the monster. If the beast could sense his presence and sense the fact that it was being thought about, maybe it would track the source of this energy and find John Locke, who hoped desperately to catch another glimpse of this creature and come closer to discovering just what exactly it is.
Just when he decided it was about time to leave, he heard a roar in the jungle and turned around. Before he could make another move, a black fog emerged and wrapped itself all around his body. He thought it was beautiful, and wanted nothing more than to lie embraced this way with it forever—that was until it killed him.
"What do you think has happened here?" Jack asked Kate. "Locke has been gone for so long, I thought he went out to find a boar." Kate shrugged worriedly. "I hope that the boar didn't attack him. Or a polar bear." Jack and Kate exchanged knowing looks, and both shared the same thought at the same time: "What if…" A roar was heard from the forest, and Kate and Jack quickly turned their heads towards whatever made the noise. Unfortunately, they both knew exactly what had happened. This was not the first time Locke mysteriously had decided to come face-to-face with the monster for some unbeknownst reason.
And now, his very odd need had been realized. And it had backfired. John Locke, possibly the most important person on the island who knew the most of what was going on, was dead because of one stupid little wish and thrill. Now, they would all have to make do by themselves to figure out exactly what had happened.
And what exactly did happen?