When Charlie got back from his adventure with Mr. Eko, he sat at the edge of the beach. He wanted to go to Claire and talk to her, but he knew that it was over between the two of them. Actually, it hadn't even started between them, but it was definitely over. Claire was so mad at him and he couldn't blame her. He had messed up again. He always messed up, but this time it was his fault. It was this damn island's fault. It had just dropped a plane loaded with drugs into his lap. He sighed and watched the water rush in and out.

"Hey." A voice spoke from behind Charlie.

He turned around hoping to see Claire, but it was Mimi. At least, that's what he thought her name was. He had talked to her a few times and he knew that her shelter was right by Claire's, but he wasn't entirely sure what her name was.

"Hey." He replied trying to let her know that he really didn't want any company.

Mimi didn't wait for an invitation. She sat down next to Charlie and watched the ocean for a few minutes too. She was trying to decide what to say to him. She didn't want to make him mad because then he wouldn't let her help him.

"I'm Mimi Fairchild, by the way." Mimi said as she extended her hand in front of him for him to shake.

He looked at her hand and then at her for a moment. Apparently, she wasn't going to go away.

"Charlie Pace." He responded as he shook her hand quickly.

"So anyway, I couldn't help overhearing the argument that you had earlier with Claire. She seemed really mad."

"Yeah."

"I know that it's none of my business, but I couldn't stop thinking about it today. I think that you need help and that I could be the one to give you that help."

"No offense, Mimi, but you don't know anything about me. I don't see how you could possibly help me."

"Well, I happen to know that you're Charlie Pace, the bass player for Driveshaft. It's pretty good music, but that's not really the point. You and your brother, Liam, were heavy into drugs, alcohol, and women, or at least that's how the story goes. Liam cleaned himself up, but left you in a downward spiral. I mean this is strictly hearsay, but stop me if I'm wrong. Anyway, I figure when we crash landed here on the island, you couldn't have had much of a supply. I don't know if you willing gave it up or if you just ran out, but when you had the 'flu', you were really going through withdrawal. At first, I couldn't figure out what the Virgin Mary statue that Claire seemed so upset over had to do with anything, but then I figured it out too. Some drug smugglers use religious relics to transport drugs because they are above suspicion. I figured that you found that statue filled with drugs somewhere on the island. Am I close?"

"Nigerian drug smugglers crashed their plane here with the statues. I found them with Sayid one day." Charlie whispered. He couldn't believe that she had been so right. "How did you know all that?"

"A recovering addict can usually spot the signs in someone else."

"Well, then you should know that I willingly gave up the drugs. Locke figured it out and took them from me, but when he gave them back I threw them in the fire. I haven't taken any since then. I found the statue and carried it around, but I never took any of them. It just made me feel better to know that they were there, just in case , you know."

"I believe you."

"Well, you're the only one. Claire's told everyone else now and they all think that I'm back on them. Maybe I should start taking them again. Mr. Eko burned up most of them, but I have a secret stash…which I guess is no longer a secret because I just told you."

"I won't tell anyone. Charlie, I just want to help you, but only if you want help. If you want to start taking the drugs again, I won't stop you, but I hope that you don't want to take them and you'll let me help you get through this."

"I don't really want to take them. I was on them for so long that I forgot how good it feels to be clean. It's just a lot harder than I thought it would be. I always thought that I could just stop whenever I wanted to, but that never worked out."

"So you want some help?"

"Yeah, but can I ask you something. It's just that you don't at all look like the kind of girl to be a recovering addict. What exactly were you addicted to?"

"It started with alcohol at thirteen. By fifteen, I was taking coke. I even took E for a while."

"So you were pretty hard core then?"

"More so than I like to think about sometimes."