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Jack is Back and Better Than Ever!

I'm not all too sure on how long it had been since my argument with Sayid, but I have a feeling it can't have been more than a week.

I spent a great deal of my time helping Sun with her garden or with Claire and her baby, Aaron. I still can't believe that I had been so close to selling them to the DeGrootes. I could kick myself for letting such rash thoughts enter my mind.

There were times when I could see Sayid out of the corner of my eye, and he always seemed to be looking in my direction. I avoided his gaze, or any sort of contact with him at all times. If he wanted me to so much as look at him with the some what admiring gaze that I used to stare upon him with, then he would have to do the apologizing.

Another odd thing was that, when I saw him nowadays, he seemed to do nothing. Before I had told him the truth, he always used to be busy, whether it was with the maps, or the fire, he was always moving, always alert. There were times when I wished I could get into the head of that man, and know what he was thinking.

Anyways, enough about Sayid. Just the thought of him puts me into a state of depression. I met a man, by the name of Michael. He was rather distraught over the loss of his kid, for unless you're an incredibly stupid person, Michael was Walt's father. He spoke to me of Walt, and of how he missed his entire childhood. He told me about how his kid had loathed him, and how they had just begin to get that special father-son bond when he had been taken, making me feel worse than ever before.

He also told me about a short conversation he'd had with Walt over a computer. This, though it seemed far-fetched, I believed, because I had been in the vicinity at the time. I felt bad for Michael because Jack and Sayid seemed to be taking their merry little time starting the search for Walt.

Speaking of Jack, I was hiking to the caves to get some water one day, when I managed to catch up to him, apparently on his way to the caves himself. That meeting was a blessing in disguise, if you will.

We spoke of many things, which need not be repeated. I told him more about 'my life before the crash', although there was no such thing.

He told me a bit about his dad, and how he had died in Sydney. He told me how he hadn't spoken to him for two months before the crash. A sad story, altogether, but I'm sure it would be found elsewhere.

Our talk turned to Walt, and what Jack and Sayid had been doing to prepare for the search. It was then that I made my thoughts heard.

"I wanna help."

Enelya Linde: (rolls eyes) Hmm, I had NO IDEA that a disclaimer was important enough to comment! Learn something new everyday!

A/N: Sorry it's 1) So short, and 2) So choppy. Once again I typed a chapter on a whim! Hehe, oops! Well, thanks to my faithful reviewers! Love ya all! I really wanted to get this story out of my head so I can concentrate on MMP and then get on to a couple other stories that haven't left my head since I saw the Narnia movie! MAN, that movie ROCKS! See it if you haven't already! And REVIEW!