" I don't care what planet you're on, Australian music is pathetic," insisted Charlie, floating on his back. "Is Charlie-warlie jealous that he comes from a country where even the sun won't show its face?" teased Claire. "No, I'm just saying that no matter how sunny your country is, it just isn't very... talented when it comes to the music industry." "Well, you can believe that if you want to," said Claire, pulling herself up onto a rock. "If it makes you feel any better." Charlie chuckled. "It does." Claire looked out at the glistening waves. It was so beautiful here, sitting on this rock in the sun on the beautiful island. How unfortunate that they happened to be stranded here. If they were here on a holiday, Claire knew everyone would appreciate the island a lot more. Her keen eyes spotted something dark in the water. It looked big enough to be a shark, but it was still and stiff, and flat, like... a person. "Claire?" asked Charlie, seeing a strange look twist across her face. She didn't answer, but she slid into the water and began wading out even further. "Claire, I don't think you should go too far out..." Claire ignored him. If there was a person out there she had to help him. She was gettting closer. It was getting deeper, she had to start swimming, and the person was almost within reach. A dark, thick mop of hair and a blue shirt was distinguishable, although both were very dirty. Treading water, Claire reached out a trembling hand and turned the body over. And the face that stared back at her made her scream. And she kept screaming until Charlie dragged her back up the beach and sat her down on the shoreline. "Claire, what's the matter?" he asked deperately, shaking her gently by the shoulders. "What did you see?" Claire shook her head, gasping for breath, tears stinging her eyes. "Claire, you've gotta tell me. I want to help!" Claire looked up at him, his worried face, and blurted out, "His face was so rotten... Decayed... I couldn't... He was dead," she said, too many thoughts flashing through her head to be able to form coherent sentences. "Who?" asked Charlie. "Boone," said Claire. "Boone's body was in the water." Charlie's jaw dropped open, his brow creasing into a frown of confusion. "But Claire - it couldn't be - we buried his body way up in the jungle!" "You were there," said Claire. "You saw the body, didn't you?" Charlie shook his head. "I'm soory, Claire. When I swam over to help you, you were all alone in the water." "But the body was right there!" exclaimed Claire. "You must have seen it, it was right beside me!" "What's going on here?" asked Sawyer, running up the beach towards them. "I heard her screaming from way down at the camp. Is she alright?" "She's fine, she's just... having some problems," said Charlie. Claire's eyes widened. "You don't believe me!" she exclaimed. "You think I'm making all of this up?" "No, Claire, I don't, it's just..." Charlie glanced at Sawyer uncomfortably. "We've been out in the sun for a long time... maybe you were seeing things." "I'm not seeing things, I know what I saw was real!" shouted Claire, unable to lower her voice. How could he question her like that? "Will someone tell me what the devil's goin' on here?" asked Sawyer, running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. "Boone's body was in the water," snapped Claire, before Charlie could make up another excuse. "And I know we buried him on the island, but I know what I saw. It was definitely him." Sawyer shrugged. "I'll go have a look in the water for you. But you better head back to our beach. I'll come tell you if I find anything." "Thanks, Sawyer," said Charlie, and Sawyer ran down to the waves. "Come on, Claire. Let's head back," said Charlie, gently pulling her to her feet. But she pulled away from him. "Don't touch me," she said. "How could you not believe me? Everyone already thinks I'm crazy, thanks to old Ethan and his attempt to steal my baby, and now the one person I thought I could trust thinks I'm mental. Thanks a lot, Charlie." She said his name so coldly it felt good as it rolled off her tongue. He looked stunned. Claire began up the beach to where the camp was and Charlie followed, not knowing what to say or how to make it right.