Sawyer shook his head and looked again, squinting his eyes. In the distance stood a little girl, long blonde braids and worn out blue jeans. Standing before him was his past in a white T-shirt and no shoes, he saw Lily Rose. How long had she been dead now? Nearly 30 years it had to be. He was losing his mind, this couldn't be, could it? She flashed him a million dollar smile.

"Jamie?" He could hear her voice as he closed his eyes.

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"Jamie!" Lily Rose exclaimed, eyeing the little boy with his home made fishing pole over his shoulder.

"Hiya Lily!" The 6 year old boy exclaimed.

The little girl fished in her pocket for a moment before pulling out some candy.

"Stopped at the corner store." She smiled, handing him a piece of bubble gum.

She sadly looked over at the boy grinning to her left. "I might be going away." The little girl said as she blew a small bubble with her gum.

James sadly looked over at the girl. "For how long?"

Lily Rose looked back at James with wide, sad eyes.

"He and Momma, they fight a lot..." She picked at the grass they both sat on before she continued, "Daddy wants to get away from here, he wants me to go with him."

James couldn't remember anytime they weren't fighting. Her dad always reeked of alcohol and cigarettes and wasn't very nice at all.

"Where you goin'?"

"Iowa." The little girl stated. "It's pretty far away."

"You're gonna stay here." James smiled. "I just know it."

"Wanna come eat lunch with me?" Lily smiled.

"'Course!" James answered as the two children ran the entire way to Lily Rose's small house.

"Hi there James." Her mother, Laura smiled. She sighed when she heard the old truck Lily's father drove pull up.

"You guys go play in your room for a bit." Laura stated, "I'll come bring you some sandwiches and pop in a little bit."

The two children nodded and skipped back into Lily's room.

Do you ever STOP, Wayne? Its Eleven Thirty, its not even afternoon yet...have SOME dignity!

The two children tried not to listen to the muffled voices outside of the room.

Why don't YOU go to Iowa, leave Lily and I be. There's nothin' there for us. And I'm not movin' unless you can change and I know you can't. So don't you think you can take her with you, cuz I sure as hell will put up a good fight, Wayne.

Lily's eyes welled with tears, she could hear her father repeatedly slap her mother.

"I hope he does go away." Lily sadly said as James grabbed her hand and held it in his. She was his best friend in the entire world, and he felt sad seeing her cry.

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Sawyer opened his eyes to no one. He was alone in the jungle and he couldn't figure why Lily Rose came to him like that. He tried not to think about her, he pushed her out of her mind after her funeral and tried to ignore the pain. He visited her grave one time when he was conning in Tennessee, and it killed him inside. It was the big thing in his town for a few years, poor Laura Jensen, loses her daughter and then her husband takes off to Iowa. Laura locked herself in her house and avoided human contact, and Sawyer wondered if she was still alive. Lily Rose was the tragedy of the town...until Sawyer's father killed himself and his wife, Brooke.

He wondered how life would be if Lily Rose was still alive. Had she have never died, maybe his whole life would have changed.

He scolded himself for even thinking about the past. This was here, this was now, and he couldn't find Ana Lucia anywhere.

Fuck, Ana Lu, where you at? Sawyer thought.

"I don't like it."

Sawyer turned around as fast as he could to see the little girl, smiling at him.

"I don't like it." She said again.

"Huh?"

"Sawyer, I don't like it. You're still silly Jamie to me."

"I don't like people callin' me Jamie." He stated. Great, I'm going crazy. He thought. "Nobody's really called me that..."

"Since I died?"

He hesitated before he spoke again. "Yeah."

"Hey Jamie, you believe in fate?"

I'm talking about fate with a dead girl.

"Nah."

"You don't think some things are meant to be?"

What the fuck did they put in my coffee?

Sawyer said nothing, he figured if he ignored her, she'd go away.

"Sometimes you have to let go of the past, before you can get a good grip on the future."

He turned to stare at her, as he watched a wound appear on her forehead. The blood trickled down her face, as her skin grew pale, the blood soaking into her clean white shirt.

He looked away, and when he looked back again, she was gone.

I'm in the middle of the jungle, talkin' to some cryptic six year old? His thoughts focused back on his own Lily.

"Shit." He muttered, scolding himself for getting distracted.

He couldn't find any sign of Ana Lucia, the footprints he did stumble upon just led him in a circle. He wished Kate was there, chuckling to himself as he remember her helping him track the Boar. She was always one step ahead of him, but he couldn't bring her along. She wasn't physically prepared for a battle and there was no way he would loose the two most important things to him.

The morning sun was peaking through the trees, shining on a spot of ground that was freshly moistened with blood, the ivy leaves glossy with it.

He started to kneel but a rustling to his right startled him. He reached into his pants and grabbed both the guns. The rustling didn't change directions, or seem to come forward at all after a moment, so Sawyer slowly inched in the direction, spotting more blood.

His eyes focused on a figure as he moved closer.

"Sawyer?" He heard, nearly dropping his guns when he saw Ana Lucia, turned away from him, sitting on the ground as he moved some bushes.

She was struggling to catch her breath and he noticed she was gushing blood from her back.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

As he kneeled behind her studying her wound. He heard a sound that made his heart jump, and peering over Ana Lucia's shoulder...

...He saw his baby daughter.