A/N: Sorry if this going too fast! I really am. Trust me, the story will go more smoothly the next chapters. And yes, it's a bit confusing, but it will be all straightened out.

Green. All green. All shades of green. Too much green! The sun's rays were barely hidden by the trees that loomed ahead of them, but merely shined mercilessly upon the backs of about seven travelers in the middle of a godforsaken jungle on an island in the middle of nowhere. Fun, right?

"Are you going to slow us down the rest of the trip?" Came Ana-Lucia's voice from the front. Sawyer's head looked up from the ground, his injured arm staying still against his side. Michael turned his head to look at Sawyer, and a frown appeared on his face.

Sawyer didn't look like he was having a wonderful walk, in general. His eyes were half-closed, and his head was hung low. Michael could tell he was trying desperately to keep his ego. He glanced at Jin, who had also looked at him.

Sawyer straightened himself up and sighed deeply. "If you keep stopping to yell at me, then yes." Came his reply before he started to walk forward again. Michael and Jin glanced at each other before they continued to follow Ana-Lucia, who had also started to walk on as well.

Fifteen minutes passed in silence, with only the chirping of birds overhead as any sound. A cough came from behind Michael, and he turned his head to look at Sawyer again, only to be given a dangerous glare. The father huffed and continued onward, exhaustion creeping up into him.

Eko had been speaking quietly to Ana-Lucia the whole time there, every once glancing back to "check up" on the raft group of now three. Jin had an idea what was going on, but tried desperately to decipher everyone's comments to him.

There was another noise where Sawyer was, and Michael's eyes widened as he set eyes on him, only to see that the man had collapsed onto the ground. Ana-Lucia looked back, and Eko went over to Sawyer and opened one of his eyes. They were narrowed and rolled slowly around in their sockets, and Eko closed it up again.

"He is in a horrible condition," Eko announced, looking up. "We need to carry him the rest of the way, or he will die." Michael stepped forward.

"We can lean him on you and me and drag him," Michael said, casting a glance at Sawyer, who still did not move. His breathing looked labored and deep, and his hair covered half his face.

"We don't have enough time, Eko. Leave him or die trying to save him," Ana-Lucia's voice was harsh, but Eko had already hauled the unconscious man up to an upright position, where he soon put one of his arms around his own shoulders and another around Michael's.

"Let us go now," Eko said, nodding with agreement to his own comment. Ana-Lucia shook her head and scowled-This was going to be a long day.

Sawyer was on the raft again, in the middle of the ocean. The sky was a deep shade off blue, and the water was still. No wave appeared on the ocean's top, neither gull nor bird flew overhead. Everything seemed to stop.

He looked around, a bit confused. "Mike?" He called out, knowing there would be no answer. Sawyer shifted, trying to figure what the heck was going on.

"Sawyer," came a voice from ahead of him. His head twisted back forward, and his eyes narrowed. In front of him was Walt, his dark eyes now pale. His hands hung loosely at his side, and his clothes were ragged and torn.

Sawyer said nothing for the moment. He knew as well as anybody else that had been on the raft that Walt was taken by The Others. But of course, he was in a situation where he didn't even know where he was.

"Welcome death, Sawyer, the other side is better," Walt's voice was oddly low, not like his usual "cheery" self. Sawyer blinked and tried to stand, his knees buckling underneath him. He couldn't stand, but only sit there and stare at the unfamiliar Walt.

"What the-" Sawyer's voice was cut off as a sick pain pierced his chest. His mouth opened as he gasped for air, but nothing entered his lungs. His eyes glanced at here Walt had been, but no one was there. Sawyer was alone, once again. His eyes closed tight, and he opened them again, finding himself in the jungle, being dragged by Michael and Eko.

Michael jolted upright as Sawyer's head shot up from its hanging position. He looked over at Eko, who had yelled up to Ana-Lucia to stop. Indeed she had, and her head was turned to stare at the now conscious man with irritation, and Michael could already make out what she was thinking.

Sawyer straightened and glared at Michael, who immediately let go of him. Eko did the same, and Sawyer rubbed his face with one hand, then ruffled his hair.

Michael waited for him to say anything, or explain what was going on with him.

Sawyer scowled and looked at them. "Going to wait to see if I'm gonna collapse again?" He said as he looked at Ana-Lucia. She grunted and turned again, shouting out to keep moving. Boy, did she say that a lot.

Sawyer was still a little confused by the dream as they walked on into the jungle. Why did Walt say that? "Welcome death, Sawyer, its better on the other side." The simple words made a small chill go up his spine, like something haunted was in them. The other side? What was that supposed to mean, exactly?

Eko stopped suddenly, his muscled arm raised in the air. Everyone immediately stopped as well, their breathing deep and some other's were even quivering. Everyone was either looking at the tracker or at the inner part of the jungle.

The dark skinned man pointed to large thorny bushes near them, indicating to get under them as quickly as possible. Each one of them got a prick from one of the thorny leaves, and one dared to stick itself near Sawyer's throbbing wound on his shoulder, and in reaction, cursed loudly. Eko pulled him into the bush by his shirt, and all was quiet.

They waited until footsteps could be heard from their left, the way they had been come from. Feet soon appeared in front of their eyes, and no one dared even breathe. Sawyer peered closely at each of The Others faces, only catches glimpses for their strides were quick and paced.

"Where are they? We've been following them for hours," Came a familiar voice from the back. Sawyer looked up at him, eyes narrowing.

It was Boone.