"Ahem," She stopped following Charlie. "Ahem."

"What?" he spun around.

She smiled. "The Hatch is that way," she whispered and pointed in the right direction.

Charlie checked himself, then cleared his throat. "Er- right!" He nodded, "I knew that."

4.8.15.16.23.42.

Two and a half weeks after Alex was assigned double surveillance computer- camera duty, she sat trying to work with buttons and triggers, attempting to replicate exactly what Zeke had showed her. He stood behind her now, along with several other of the adults, observing her every move.

She hesitated. Was it the execute button next? Or something else? Did she remember the 2 after the 4? She felt pressure and eyes at the back of her neck.

"If you are going to do something, number fifteen," said Zeke, "do it confidently."

She pressed execute.

Walt appeared in the jungle on the screen, and she sighed with relief.

"Good, fifteen. Now wait for them to come --"

"Walt, the boy, he is talking. What is he saying?"

"Do not interrupt, fifteen! Do not talk out of turn."

"I apologize."

"He is talking, and he is wet, because that's how he was when we got the footage for this. He was speaking and had just gotten out of the ocean. We fuzzed out the words, but we could do nothing of the water… Questions, fifteen, ques--"

On the screen appeared a woman and a man who Alex knew to be called Sayid and Shannon. This was the first time she had done a hallucination, much less for anyone on the island to see. She watched tentatively as the elders behind her scrambled to take noted at what was going on.

"Okay. That's enough for one time." Zeke pressed a few buttons and the fake Walt disappeared.

"By the name of Hobbes," Alex muttered. How the two on screen reacted to seeing the boy.

"We got it," Said one of the men. "We've gotten their immediate response, let us go." The men exited, and in the back round Alex heard Zeke whisper quietly, 'Good Job', and she knew he was giving his regular dismissal nod.

The next second, just as the door was closing, Alex heard a shot.

4.8.15.16.23.42 .

She was put in a chair with hands tied behind her back. Jack was crouching down in front of her to be at her level.

She smiled.

"Who are you?" he asked.

She smiled.

"Are you one of The Others?"

She smiled.

He put his hands on his head. "Why wont you answer me?"

… She smiled.

He exploded. "WHAT'S TWO PLUS TWO!"

She laughed.

He exploded some more.

"Jack," Charlie was saying. He had been standing on the sidelines and observing the Hatch. "I think she wants to see Sayid."

"She is a young girl Charlie, I'm not about to torture her to get answers! That's absurd!"

Alex was somewhat surprised, and had to tell herself that she knew better than this.

"No. She said so – she said! Isn't that right girl?" Charlie started shaking her. "Go on! Say! Don't make me look like -- "

"It's okay, Charlie! I believe you!" Jack was saying. "Go get him then. Maybe he'll get some answers from her."

Alex started whistling.

4.8.15.16.23.42.

They were all out of the room. It was only her and the monitor. The girl on screen lay limp, and the other girl held something in out in her hands, looking terrified. And Sayid. Sayid with such a look on his face that showed many things. Things Alex knew she had never felt in her life. He was crying, and Alex began to cry as well. His face showed pain, fear, confusion, and disbelief. Why did Alex never get to fell these things? Obviously the girl laying there had caused this. But why? It was unworldly. There was so much she was seeing that she didn't understand. She felt left out of something that looked so real and so different.

Alex had discovered depression.

Alex's birthday was in seven days.