Claire looked on as the others were all discussing Locke's death. She didn't know why he would go into the woods—he must have known what he was doing. There was no way he could have missed the sound of the monster. This wasn't the first time she had had a brush with the harsh claws of death… however, it was the first time a death around her had been indirectly linked to her since her parents.
When Claire was a little girl, she dealt with a lot. Her parents did get along, and she was rich. But she wasn't very happy. Their money always came first. They threatened to disown her no matter how little her tiniest mistake would be, although they were barely ever around to correct her. She did not have a happy childhood. And then, one day, a man named Kristoff Carlyle came and murdered her father in cold blood. She was the only one who saw him—he was standing on top of a building, and he had lifted a large rifle towards the window and pulled the trigger. The next thing she knew, her father was dead on the ground and this Carlyle man was leaving. But not before she saw the sign on his back—that of a Swan in the middle of a small octagon pattern.
She didn't know what this meant, or what effect it would have on her and her family. She especially didn't know that it would catch her in a web of deception, seduction, and—
"Claire!" Claire turned and faced Charlie, walking towards her with a guitar. She smiled and stood up, lifting Aaron up with her. "Hey, Charlie. Did you hear what happened?" Charlie smiled, ignorant of the proceeding death. "No, fill me in." He sat on the ground and began to play a soft tune on the guitar.
"Well, Locke walked into the woods to boar-hunt and now he's dead. They found his body. The monster got to him." Charlie stopped playing and slowly looked up at Claire. She lowered her eyes, not knowing of what to say. She sat in front of him.
"Bloody terrible, isn't it?" he asked. Claire nodded slowly.
Terrible indeed.