Chapter Three

"Charlie?" Claire's voice broke the silence, Charlie looked away from Aaron, who he was holding, to Claire. "yes?" "thanks, for forgiving me…you were right." She gave him one of her sweet smiles, causing Charlie to flash his own. "that's alright Calire." Suddenly it disappeared. "d'you think we should go up there now? See if there's anything we can do to …help?"

"It's all my fault!" "what?" Charlie looked up, generally surprised, "what's your fault?"

"Kate, I mean, if I had listened to you.."

"Claire," Charlie grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "it's not your fault. It theirs, it's the others. Their the ones that did this, their the ones that killed her!"

"Can I come in?" Jack looked up; Ana Lucia was standing in front of him. "Yeah." He nodded. He saw her eyes dart to Kate's body as she walked over to him. "I didn't know her that well," she said quietly, still looking at Kate. "but I am sorry." Jack just nodded, he knew if he tried to say something he'd cry again.

"If you wanna talk about it-," "I had a fight with her." Jack had to get it off her chest. "the last thing I ever did was have a fight with her-that's the last thing…" his voice trailed off. Ana just nodded, she didn't know what to say.

"We can't wait much longer," Locke said solemnly, "Sawyer could be dead for all we know." "We cannot bury her without him!" Sayid was yelling. "well we can't just leave her in the caves, either, sayid." Locke's voice was a determined calm. "Didn't you here me?" Sayid shouted. "we have to wait for Sawyer, it is not right!"

"HEY!"

The two of them spun around to see jack. He looked dead himself, his skin was pale, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying, he looked exhausted. "what's going on?"

Jack steppedtowards them, "Why are you shouting?"

No one replied not even when Jack repeated his question.

"Is Sawyer here?" he finely asked. "no." said Sayid, somewhat smuggling, "we are waiting for him." "He isn't coming back," said Locke, he turned to Jack. "what are the odds, Jack, I mean, really?"

"Sawyer," Jack said quietly, "Sawyer, he, he went after the others?" "yes."

Without another word, Jack turned and began to walk away. "where are you going!" shouted Locke.

"To find Sawyer!"