She was so numb. She couldn't feel her body anymore. It's amazing what heartache can do. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't stay up anymore. Her body needed rest. It was time for baby to go night-night.
"Oh great, now I'm delirious." Ana thought. "Maybe just a quick nap." Ana fell over almost right away.
Ana woke up, scared.
"Where am I? WHERE AM I!" She screamed.
Suddenly, a soothing voice came up behind her.
"Honey, its ok! It's ok! You're at home." the voice said.
"Who is this? Where are you? What's going on!"
"You were just dreaming. You're at home. The funeral must have worn you out."
"What funeral? Who died? Was it me?" Ana was terrified.
"Oh my god! It was me! I'm dead! I'm dead! I can't believe this! What did I do to deserve this?"
Ana ran around her house screaming. She knew she couldn't be dead. And the only way to prove it was... was…? Ana thought heavily.
"I know! I'll run into the wall! If I were dead, I would NEVER do anything that stupid! I'll prove I'm alive! 3,2,1!"
"WAIT!" the voice screamed. "It wasn't your funeral. It was Leslie's. Don't you remember? You killed him with a towel."
"YOU LIAR! Leslie is not dead!"
"Yes. He is. I bet you wish you had been a burger now, don't you?" The voice couldn't help but laugh. "He must have been some kind of wimp to die from a towel!"
"SHUT UP! You don't know who you're talking to! I AM ANA LUCIA CORTEZ! And anyway, Leslie isn't dead! He's in the hatch and they're taking care of him!" Ana whined.
The voice had no clue what she was talking about.
"What hatch?"
"The ISLAND hatch! Duh!"
"You are not on an island. You are at home in Los Angeles. GET A CLUE!"
Ana couldn't believe this was happening.
"It's time for you to go to sleep." The voice said.
"Wait! No! Please!" Ana begged.
"Goodbye, Ana"
"WAIT NO! HOLD ON!"
And within 3 seconds...
Locke came outside.
"You can come see him now, Ana."