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Tom.
Kate slowly and cautiously stood up, suddenly aware that she had no idea where she was. But she didn't care. Right now she was bewildered at what she was seeing. It was Tom. Tome who she had spent her whole childhood with, Tom who she had loved, Tom who she had killed.
"Tom," she said in amazement.
Have I gone mad?
She couldn't believe it was him. He stood there in his clothes she had last seen him in. With that same, messy brown hair and ocean blue eyes.
Suddenly he raised his arm to reveal a clenched fist. Slowly as opened it, Kate gasped. There, in his palm, lay…
A smooth, gold ring. Her ring. Her wedding ring.
A silent tear slowly slid down her saddened face. It was too hard, to remember the past. No, it hurt too much. She hated seeing that ring. She hated remembering what it meant.
Then Kate felt angry. Angry at Tom. Angry at him for coming here, to remind her of her past.
"You can't do this Tom! You can't be here!" she screamed with anger.
Then slowly her voice faded to a whisper.
"It hurts too much,"
Then suddenly Tom closed his fist around the burden and turned around. He began walking away, away from Kate.
Surprisingly Kate found she didn't want him to leave. When he wasn't there he left some sort of gap. So she ran after him. Once she was about three metres away she slowed to a walk and followed him. She had absolutely no idea where he was going. But still she followed.
After what seemed hours, the sun began to rise. Kate watched as the black sky turned to a swirling pink and orange. She loved this time of the day. It had been their favourite, hers and Tom's.
Suddenly Tom came to a stop. He stood there for awhile. Kate looked at his hand saw that it was still clenched.
Then Tom quietly started walking again. But this time he walked through the long, tall grass. Kate had to stay closer to see him which made her a little unsure.
Then once again Tom stopped.
Whats with stopping?
But then she realised something. They stood in front of a hatch. Exactly like the one she, Jack, Locke and Hurley had blown up.
But when Tom bent down to open it she realised it wasn't exactly like the other one. This one had a handle.
As the hatch opened screeched as if it hadn't been opened for years. Kate quickly threw her hands over her ears.
But then Tom, once he had opened the hatch, climbed into it. And blindly, Kate followed. As she took each step down the ladder, she thought about what would happen. Would she live or die?
She suddenly slipped on of the rails carelessly and fell to the bottom. She hit the floor with a loud thump. She heard a crack as her wrist broke and groaned in pain. She sat there clenching her teeth and carefully nursing her injured arm.
But then as she looked up to find Tom, she noticed something. She was in an exact replica of the other hatch. It looked exactly the same as the other one. Even the computers and time were there.
Who's been pressing this button?
But Tom was no where to be seen. Slowly Kate rose to her feet and began inspecting the hatch. Every pot and pan was there, just like the other hatch. Every book was there on the shelf, and every chair was there.
Once Kate had inspected every room, she turned towards the door to the armoury. Then she noticed the small hand-made sign hanging on it. IT said Katie's Room. She ran her finger over the rough and bent down to figure out the combination. She decided to try the code to the computer. And was successful.
As she pushed open the door, she found that the hatches were not exactly the same. Because instead of an armoury, Kate found…
Her bedroom.
It was her bedroom she had slept in as a child. The room she had so carelessly decorated herself at twelve years old. The nursery rhyme wallpaper was still there; her comfortable bed was there still with that same old doona that her mother had made on it. Her pictures that she had drawn hung in hand-crafted frames on the walls and her chest of toys sat in the corner.
Then as Kate walked towards the bed she felt her foot touch something. She bent down to retrieve a small plane. A plane that she remembered so well.
Tom's plane.
She slowly stroked the small toy as if it were a long lost pet.
Then something else caught her eye. In the corner of the room, stood a small cradle filled with blankets. She cautiously approached it; she already knew what was in it.
She didn't want to look upon that heart breaking object in the cradle but she had to. She couldn't just ignore it. Not any more…