In the End
Chapter Seven


Chapter Seven:
Sympathy

Sawyer wished he had the strength to talk so that he could tell whoever it was that was calling his name to stop. The voice was coming from far away, and as it grew closer it grew louder. His brain felt like it was about to explode within his skull, which felt oddly cold against the hard ground beneath him. As he began to come to, the pain in his chest increased, and he realized he was having trouble breathing. He swerved in and out of conscious for a few moments as someone slapped his face lightly, which didn't bother him him until the hits became harder, and that's what finally woke him up. Sawyer's eyes fluttered open to find a blurry face leaning above him. His eyes met the eyes above him and whoever it was let out a heavy sigh of relief. As the person fell back onto their knees, the outline of Rebecca's figure became clearer.

he attempted to say, but the word only came out in a mumble.

Rebecca smiled.

Sawyer looked around and was thankful to see that it wasn't night, which meant he would've been out all day. Of course, it could've been that he was out for more than one day, which wouldn't of been good.

What happened? She asked sympathetically with a concerned look on her face, gently pushing back some lose strands of hair from Sawyer's bloody face.

He winced as her fingers brushed against his head wound, but deep down Sawyer found himself comforted by her touch.

I..I don't remember, Sawyer lied.

Rebecca's hand brushed against Sawyer's muddy arm and he shivered. That's when he remembered his head feeling cold, which he never knew could be possible until now.

We should get you to Jack, Rebecca said, glancing at the blood that had stained the ground around him

Sawyer exclaimed hoarsely, a little too quickly.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow and Sawyer sighed.

Jack's the one that beat me up, all right? Sawyer admitted bitterly.

Rebecca said. Her eyes grew narrow. Did you provoke him? Sawyer cried, and then sighed again. Fine, I slept with the doc's girlfriend, all right?

Sawyer found himself regretting the confession. What if Rebecca hated him for it? If she was like most girls he'd been with, she'd slap him, calm him a pig, slap him again, and then storm off, cursing. However, Rebecca seemed blank.

Jack has a girlfriend? Rebecca said, clueless.

You don't get around much, do ya? Sawyer said.

Rebecca shook her head.

His girlfriend, Kate, Sawyer said.

Rebecca still looked clueless.

The fugitive? He tried.

Rebecca said. The brunet? Sawyer sighed, the brunet.

A moment of silence passed between them and it was during that moment that Sawyer realized that he was still laying on the ground. His back ached but the fear of moving ran through him at the thought of the wound on the back of his head. Sawyer grew sick thinking of blood oozing through his hair, running down his back..he coughed to get his mind off the nightmarish picture, reminding himself that that happening was very unlikely.

Well, we still need to get you cleaned up, Rebecca said, getting to her feet, I saw a stream about ten minutes away from here.You're expecting me to walk? Sawyer said, sounding disgusted.

What, you want me to bring you the water in a pail? Rebecca snorted. Come on.

Rebecca offered him a hand, which Sawyer brushed away. She rolled her eyes as he tried to stand on her own, and fell back. Who knew that being passed out for what could be hours could lead to sleeping feet? Rebecca reached down and took his arm, despite Sawyer's protest, and picked up his bag with the other, slinging it over her free shoulder. With her help they were able to slowly walk down the path, one step at a time, leaving the puddle of blood behind them.

Two hours ago

We're lost, Claire informed, dragging her feet and sulking a cross the jungle floor.

No we're not, Charlie protested. I know exactly where we are. Claire said, crossing her arms.

Charlie turned the compass Sayid leant them desperately. After the third turn, the compass was wrenched from his hands.

Charlie cried.

Claire thrust the compass into the jungle.

Why the bloody hell did you do that? Charlie exclaimed.

Because it doesn't work! Claire ejaculated. We've been following that stupid compass and the stupid sun for two hours and we're still at the same bloody tree!

Despite Claire's outburst, Charlie smiled.

What's with you? Claire demanded.

You said Charlie said, amused.

Claire looked at him, mouth agape.

I'm Australian! She shouted. I say bloody! And even if I wasn't, what does it matter to you? Oh, just because it hurts Charlie's feelings means we can't say it. Well I'm sorry, because the world can't revolve around bloody Charlie Pace! Charlie said casually, it's an insult to Brits everywhere.

Claire let out an exasperated sigh, throwing her hands up.

Forget it! She exclaimed. This was a stupid idea.Not a bloody one? Charlie said with a smirk.

Glaring at him, Claire sat down, leaning her back against a tree trunk.

Well we can't just stop, Charlie said, Walt's still out there.We go any further and we're going to need a search party, Claire muttered sourly.

Charlie pouted, and sat down next to here, we'll just sit here.

He crossed his arms, mimicking Claire, and looked around.

Just sit here..sitting, Charlie said.

To add to the act, Charlie began whistling, which did it for Claire.

She said, jumping up. We'll go.

Charlie smiled.

That's my girl, he said happily underneath his breath.

Claire, however, still heard him. She slapped Charlie's shoulder, but Charlie just laughed, and followed her out into the unknown.

At the Caves- current time

It didn't take as long as they thought it would to be found, or to find something, which turned out to be the caves. Charlie was just considering proposing a new discovery of post-pregnancy hormones when Claire spotted the entrance to the caves, and ran into them as if she were running for cover. Charlie shook his head and chuckled, stepping into the caves. The fact that the others were at the beach didn't even occur to Charlie until he was already inside, but he was able to let his mistake slide when he saw that the other castaways had moved back in, and maybe more. He bumped into Kate, who turned out to have been walking in after him, moving quickly with her face down.

Hey Kate, he greeted, but Kate ignored him,

He grabbed her arm to stop her, and Kate glared, face still towards the floor and hair blocking it.

What's wrong? Charlie asked, concerned at Kate's unusual behavior. Why's everyone here?Nothing's wrong, Kate said so quickly and so softly that Charlie could barely understand her.

Charlie frowned as Kate tried to get away from him again. He noticed that she seemed to be clutching her cheek, as in pain. So why wasn't she asking for help?

Charlie said again, grabbing the hand she was holding to her face and forcing it down.

When he did Charlie stepped back in surprise. The right side of Kate's face was a fading red color, with light cuts going across it, as if she had been hit. Charlie brought her hand down and Kate stared at him, looking almost afraid- something completely uncharacteristic with a girl like Kate.

What happened? He asked quietly.

I fell down, Kate replied, as if she had rehearsed the line all day.

Charlie studied Kate before deciding that that was a lie. For one, there was no trace of dirt or leaves anywhere on Kate. For another, Charlie had seen enough movies to know that the truth was in the eyes, and what Kate's eyes held wasn't the aftermath of falling down. What Kate's eyes held was pain, but not physical pain, pain in which only a few unlucky people Charlie had known in his life possessed. The pain in one's eyes that only a certain special person in that person's life could reach, could heal, and Charlie had the feeling that the reason he could see the pain now was because that person was gone.

My brother used to use that excuse when he got in fights at school, Charlie said, smiling in remembrance before frowning again, of course, it was a Catholic school so he was pretty much considered a criminal.

He stopped, realizing that that was probably a sensitive topic for Kate. As he glanced towards the mark on Kate's face, Charlie's eyes softened sympathetically.

What really happened? Charlie asked quietly.

Biting her lip, Kate glanced around the caves. Satisfied by something unknown to Charlie, Kate grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side, away from the other castaways. She looked down to the ground, obviously purposefully avoiding his eyes, and opened and closed her mouth twice before finally speaking.

Kate hesitated, Jack hit me.

Charlie stared at her, in shock, unable to accept what was just said to him. Surely, surely this wasn't true. Kate was wrong. Jack would never do something like that- he was incapable of it. Then again, one thing Charlie had learned on the island was to never underestimate the capabilities of your peers.

Was all he was able to say.

Kate turned to the exit of the caves, ashamed and embarrassed, once again two qualities Kate normally didn't display. Charlie felt bad for Kate, and unsure of what to do, reached up and carefully placed a comforting hand on Kate's shoulder. Kate flinched slightly, but accepted the gesture. He then notice that Kate was crying silently. You had to strain to hear the sobs, but if you could the sound of it was enough to make your heart crumble and break, because if Kate cried that really meant something. To Charlie, Kate didn't seem like the pour your soul out type of person. Feeling that he should be offering more sympathy to Kate, Charlie put an arm around Kate, pulling her into a hug. In the comfort of Charlie's arms, Kate sobbed harder into Charlie's shoulder.

How could I let things get so screwed up? Kate said quietly as she tried to cease her tears.

Looking over Kate's shoulder, Charlie noticed that sometime during their conversation Jack had entered the caves, and was talking with Sayid. Charlie's eyes grew dark.

I don't know, Charlie replied quietly, hold on.

Charlie let go of Kate, balling his hand into a fist as he crossed the caves.

A few minutes earlier

Jack walked back into the caves reluctantly. The only reason he had gone back was in hopes of finding Alex, but once Jack had the reassurance of knowing she was just across the caves, sitting against a wall alone, Jack realized that he didn't want to talk. Turning around, Jack hoped that he could sneak back out of the caves without anyone noticing. However, his usual good karma turned against him(then again, why wouldn't it?), and Jack ran straight into Sayid.

Sayid apologized.

It's fine, Jack muttered, and stepped aside to let Sayid walk by.

He should've known he wasn't going to get off that easily.

How's Alex? Sayid asked before Jack could get away.

Jack glanced over towards her, keeping his profile low.

I don't know, Jack admitted.

You haven't talked to her? Sayid said with a raised eyebrow.

Jack shook his head and diverted his eyes quickly as Alex looked his way. He had thought that he was doing a fair job of hiding himself, but he was proven wrong.

What's wrong? Sayid asked.

What do you mean? Jack asked innocently. Besides the fact that I've got about a dozen spared innocent lives on my shoulder?

Sayid studied Jack, as if looking for the truth in his appearance.

What's going on between you and Kate? Sayid asked.

Jack did his best to avoid Sayid's eyes, knowing that he was already making himself too obvious. The last thing he wanted was for people to know what he had done, but that looked exactly like where the conversation was headed.

After Jack's hand left Kate's face Jack had stood in shock for what seemed like hours. When he was finally able to bring himself to move, all Jack wanted to do was to throw himself off the nearest cliff. He would've even been happy with the monster coming up and swallowing him whole. As soon as Jack made sure Alex was going to be okay, he had planned to get away, maybe forever. These people didn't need him, Jack decided, not until he could keep his own mind. When he had hit Kate Jack felt like some kind of other person, some monster.

Once Jack had let the thoughts of suicide pass him he had been in denial, searching every patch of skin on his arms and legs he could for some sign of the sickness, and when he had found none, he had even considered finding a red pen and drawing dots on, convinced that they would become real if his mine was set to it. Because he couldn't of hit Kate. He loved Kate. Because after all she had done to him, part of Jack still wanted to be with her, and that had to mean something, right?

You know what's going on, Jack said with a hint of nerves in his voice.

Sayid's eyes narrowed, and Jack sighed.

Jack swallowed nervously, I hit Kate.

A pause followed.

Sayid whispered slowly, in total shock.

Jack couldn't say it again. He kept his eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to see the disappointment and hatred that Sayid was surely feeling towards him at the moment. After another moment of silence had past Jack couldn't take the tension anymore.

You aren't even going to ask why? Jack asked, both curious and upset.

Because he knew that he'd only say if he was asked, and at least Jack was able to admit that he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself unless he made a full confession to someone.

I don't need to know, Sayid replied curtly.

Jack swore that he could detect a hint of disgust in Sayid voice, which made Jack feel even worse. He couldn't help but to wonder why Sayid didn't have anything more to say, or why he hadn't already taken the liberty of murdering Jack in cold blood.

Hey, Jack! Charlie's voice called from the side.

Jack turned instantly, only to come face to face with Charlie's fist. The punch caught Jack off-guard, sending him flying backwards. He hit the ground when Sayid failed to catch him in time, but Jack had a feeling that there wasn't very much effort put into the rescue. Jack struggled to stand but his efforts were proven useless as Charlie's fist slammed into his chest, causing Jack to double over in pain.

What the bloody hell were you thinking? Charlie demanded.

Naturally, Jack couldn't responded, his body being in shock from the sudden attack. By now Charlie's raging voice had caught the attention of the entire caves, including Alex, who was looking with sympathy. He wondered if she had foreseen this.

I don't know how you were raised, Charlie went on furiously, but I was taught never to hit anyone, let alone a girl!

Gasps immediately followed the statement, followed by a deadly silence. Jack could feel everyone's eyes on him though he couldn't see him, not until he finally brought himself to look up at Charlie, still hunched over in pain, though mostly using the position as an excuse to hide himself from the others as well as he could. His right hand balled into a fist, though Jack couldn't bring himself to throw it. The situation had really concerned him in this time: there was no excuse, no justice.

Taking a daring glance around the caves, Jack met eyes with Alex, who looked almost as hurt and betrayed as Kate had earlier. His eyes then trailed over the rest of the crowd until they finally laid on Kate, who was standing to the side by herself, tear stains on her face. Kate met his eyes and they stood like that, frozen in time, until a single teardrop broke the silence, running down Kate's battered cheek and sliding down her neck. Even from a distance, Jack could still make out the teardrop until it dissolved into a light moist against her skin, and it wasn't until then that Jack realized how much he had hurt her, and not just psychically. Letting go of his fist, Jack felt tears threatening to unleash themselves behind his weary eyes, and without offering an apology or explanation to anyone, fled from the caves.

4 months ago

Jack browsed the narrow isle of the first gas station he had come across on his way into Sydney. Shopping in Australia was more difficult than Jack had expected it to be, for he didn't recognize a single food brand in the small store. At last he decided on something that looked relatively like Doritos, and picked up a case of some Australian brand of orange soda on the way to the counter. As he neared the counter Jack was forced to listen into an argument that was going on between a costumer and the cashier:

Please Sir! A woman was pleading. I'm only two dollars short!They're not dollars, mam, an Australian accent corrected.

Well, whatever it's called!

The voice sounded familiar to Jack, though hers aware the odds of finding someone he knew, other than his father, this far away from home. Peering around the corner of a rack of dried goods, Jack caught a glimpse of of the woman. She was medium height, average weight, with dark blonde hair that was pulled into a pony tail. Resting on her shoulders was a baby girl, who also had blonde hair. The baby spotted Jack, and looked up at him with wide brown eyes. On the counter in front of who Jack assumed to be mother and daughter(and at least the mother was also American), was a package of baby dippers. Clearing his throat, Jack took out his wallet, feeling sorry for the woman.

I've got it, Jack said, pulling out some Australian money he had received in exchanged for American currency at the airport,

The woman turned around, nearly dropping the child in shock at the sight of Jack, as Jack himself almost dropped his wallet in surprise of who the woman was.

She finally choked out.

Jack replied quietly,

The cashier looked at the two in awe.

You two know each other? He asked with a thick accent.

Kind of, Sarah responded, we were married.

The fact that he was meeting up with his ex-wife in what had been literally years still sinking in, Jack's eyes trailed back to the little girl, who was still staring up at him with those big brown eyes- only this time, Jack recognized those eyes. They were his.

In the jungle- present

Sawyer winced as he splashed his face with the cold water, and shivered as he wiped his bloody face with his sleeve.

That's disgusting, Rebecca commented from the side.

Sawyer said with sarcasm, didn't know you had any of those flowery hand towels on hand. Rebecca snorted, and glanced up to the sky.

With Sawyer's newest injuries taken accounted for, it took nearly an half an hour to reach the stream, and another half to stop the bleeding. Two blood-soaked t-shirts later, Rebecca and Sawyer were ready to pack up and move out.

We need to get going if we're going to make it back to camp before it gets too late, Rebecca said, eyes on the blue-grey sky above them, especially speaking that we have no clue where we are.Well, I ain't goin' back to camp, Sawyer said, lightly touching the wound on the back of his head with a torn sleeve of an extra shirt of Rebecca's, checking the healing status.

What are you expecting to do? Rebecca said. Stay out here tonight?

Sawyer shot her a mischievous grin.

Sounds good to me.

That night

Jack sat alone on the beach with a fire blowing in front of him and a cool breeze blowing around him. Even though all his stuff was still back at camp, Jack hadn't even so much as faced the jungle for hours. No sound had come from the monster since that afternoon, and Jack could only hope that that meant the attacks were over.

a voice said behind him, making Jack jump, I was beginning to think you had sprouted wings and flown away.Some psychic, Jack snorted as Alex's footsteps grew closer.

I never said I was perfect, Alex shrugged, here, I thought you might want this. It's cold.

Alex handed him first his bag that had been dropped when Charlie hit him, and then a water of bottle filled to the cap, which Jack took gratefully and pressed against his jaw, which still stung slightly from the blow.

What, no pitchforks? Jack said lightly.

Somehow no one thought to bring those on the plane, Alex joked, sitting down next to him.

They set in silence for a moment before Jack brought himself to say what he knew Alex was waiting for him to bring up.

I hit Kate, he said quietly, hating the way that sounded.

I know, Alex replied softly.

Another moment of silence passed by, and Jack wondered if she was only staying because she felt sympathetic.

You don't have to do this, Jack said, though truthfully he was grateful for company.

Do what? Alex said.

Take care of me, Jack explained, I'm fine.

Alex snorted.

If I had a nickel for every time I've heard you say I'm fine..Excuse me, said a new voice in the conversation.

Both Jack and Alex looked up, and Jack scooted back in shock to see Michael in front of them. He looked exactly like he had when Jack had last seen him, wearing the same orange shirt and blue jeans. Glancing over to Alex, he was both surprise and envious that she didn't seem disturbed at all by Michael's appearance.

Have you seen Walt? Michael asked.

Over there, Alex said with a sad smile, pointing behind them.

he replied, and set off in that direction.

Alex turned back to the fire.

I forgot islands don't come with stairways, she commented.

Jack looked at her.

'Stairway To Heaven', she explained pointly.

Aren't you- Jack stuttered, and glanced behind him.

No trace that Michael had ever been there was left, not even footprints.

He's dead, Jack finished.

Alex looked at him, face contorted in confusion.

You saw that? She said.

Jack didn't reply. Instead he turned back to the fire, and looked over it, out onto the horizon. Just recovering from the shock of seeing a dead man talking to him, Jack wasn't nearly prepared for what he saw next: his father, standing there like he had seem him do before, glaring at him with cold eyes. Jack fell back onto his elbows, gasping in shock. Alex looked down at Jack and then to where he was staring, but obviously didn't see what he had. Jack blinked, closing his eyes hard before opening them again, only to find the ghost, hallucination- whatever it was- gone.

Alex said carefully.

Didn't didn't hear her until seconds after she had actually spoken. In totally fear and shock, Jack scrambled to his feet and ran into the jungle, with no motive whatsoever that Alex could see.

4 months ago

Jack closed the door to the hotel room, feeling as though someone else were controlling his muscles for him as he did. Flipping on a lamp, Jack walked over to the bed and set on the edge, without even really knowing where he was. The only thought that was going through his head was that his father was gone. Dead. And it was all his fault. Jack hadn't cried since the morgue, but now that he was alone where no one could witness a breakdown, Jack felt the tears coming again, and swallowed hard, fighting to stop them. Searching the pocket of his jacket, Jack fumbled for his cellphone and a white piece of paper folded around it. Jack quickly dialed the number, eyes watering as he did. He held the phone to his ear and stood as he listened to it once..

Pick up, Jack muttered to the phone.

As the phone rang twice Jack began pacing the room.

Jack begged to no one.

The phone rang a third time and Jack felt a cold tear drip down his face. An answering machine cut on.

Hello, you've reached the voice mail of Sarah Whitman, came the voice, I'm sorry I was unable to take your call, please leave a message after the beep.

A soft beep rang through the receiver, and Jack's hand became sweaty as he tried to keep hold of the phone. By now he was sobbing softly and uncontrollably.

Jack said quietly into the phone, Sarah, it's Jack.

He waited for an answer, but of course received none.

Sarah, if your there..please pick up, Jack rambled on through tears.

Closing his eyes, Jack tried to decrease the increasing flow of the tears, certain that any moment a maid would walk in.

Jack said softly, my father died.

It was the first of many times Jack would have to say the statement and confront the situation, and Jack could only hope that next time he'd be able to handle it better. He hated being like this.

Jack said again, in a desperate, pleading tone,

Jack looked up, as if expecting to see Sarah there.

Jack, I'm here, Sarah said in a comforting voice when he didn't reply.

Jack said, now unsure of what to say.

Knowing that someone could respond to him had made it easier for Jack to talk before, but now that Sarah was actually there..Where are you? Sarah asked him.

Her voice was calm, like that of a 911 operator or counselor.

Jack realized that he wasn't even sure of where he was staying.

Looking around desperately, Jack searched the dresser drawers and dresser tops for any kind of stationary. Finally he found a writing pad beside the lamp he had turned on.

Aquand Hotel, Jack said, straining to read the hotel's name.

I'll be right there, Sarah promised, and Jack? Jack said, now relieved.

Please don't do anything stupid, Sarah said, stay right there.

Jack half-smiled painfully at Sarah's request. Sarah clicked off of the other line, leaving Jack alone once again in silence, and Jack didn't think of doing the same until moments after.

In the jungle- present

Sawyer and Rebecca sat across from each other, a fire in-between them. Rebecca had her arms crossed, a reoccurring habit Sawyer had noticed early on in their meetings, while Sawyer was too sore to move a muscle.

You're getting old, he told himself, and then rolled his eyes.

Rebecca asked, catching him.

Just thinking that this is the longest I've been with a girl without her throwing herself on me, Sawyer said with a smirk.

This time, Rebecca rolled her eyes. They sat a few more moments in silence before Rebecca sighed.

Look, we both know that nothing good's going to come out of me and you staying out here tonight, Rebecca said, obviously angry with herself because of this admittance.

Well, you know what they say, Sawyer said with twinkling eyes, there's only one way to find out.

Finally giving into Sawyer's charm, Rebecca crawled over towards his side of the camp, settling against his tree and letting him put his arms around her.

You're unbelievable, she muttered bitterly.

Sawyer only grinned.

All I need now's one of those bottles of rum we stole from that ship, Sawyer said dreamily.

Though Rebecca had no clue what Sawyer was talking about, she felt insulted.

You mean you'd enjoy being with a bottle of rum better than being with me? Rebecca pouted, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes.

I don't know, Sawyer replied keenly, meeting her eyes.

Before Rebecca could stop herself, she fell deeper into Sawyer's spell, and leaned forward, kissing him as he did the same. She let the kiss linger on more than most of her first kisses with guys did, and was slightly surprised when it was Sawyer who broke it. He stared at her with a look that sent shivers down her spine, and knew that her theory about their night together would be proven correct. Sawyer held the gaze as he pulled in for a second kiss, and Rebecca felt herself falling forward with it until Sawyer let out a cry of pain, and she accidentally bit his lower lip in surprise. Embarrassed, Rebecca sat up quickly, running a nervous hand through her hair.

I'm sorry! She exclaimed. I'm so sorry, here-

She began tearing off the sleeve of her shirt before considering that the wound wasn't that bad, though Sawyer grabbed it from her when she offered it to him. He held it to his lip and then spit it away in disgust, all while rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

Hit my head against the damn tree, Sawyer explained angrily.

I'm so sorry, Rebecca repeated, backing away from him as though Sawyer were a bug, I've always been a bad kisser..I had this boyfriend once, in my junior year-Would you shut up for a minute? Sawyer snapped.

The tone of his voice immediately silenced Rebecca. Sawyer finally let go of his hand and raised a finger to his lip, bringing back a drop of blood. Rebecca winced.

It's no big deal, Sawyer said gruffly.

They sat in silence after that, both not wanting to be the one to make the next move. Sawyer decided that even though he could admit that he was actually considering a relationship with Rebecca, he should push her to it, and decided to her make the decisions. Rebecca's decision turned out to be sleep.

Unable to sleep himself, Sawyer watched as Rebecca slept peacefully on the ground. He then decided that maybe it'd be best if he stayed awake. Who knew who or what could break into their camp this late at night. Sawyer's eyes eventually grew heavy from the fire's fumes, and determined to stay awake, Sawyer reached over to his bag, and pulled out October Sky. He flipped open to the third chapter, but stopped when he noticed something about the novel he hadn't before.

On the inside cover of Rebecca's book was an inscription written in black sharpie, a name: Rachel Collier. Looking over to Rebecca's sleeping form on the ground, Sawyer realized for the first time that Rebecca was as capable of keeping dark secrets as the rest of them.

Author's Note: Okay, I promise Jack and Kate will get together soon. I swear! Thanks to the two of you who reviewed, you guys rock!

Coming up next, on In the End:

In the morning Alex tries to start a search party for the missing Jack, which with recent happenings is more complicated than she anticipated, and our many eyed beast returns, but not to kill.

Thanks again!

Until next time..

October Sky