Poor Kate! She's so cute.

Jack marched over the sand and approached the misshapen hut known over the island as "Sawyer's Hoard", even though the current resident was called Kate. He clutched a portion of salted pork in one hand and a bottle of water in another, slowly thinking on what he was about to say.

Kate had managed to lock herself up for about a week, and Hurley (who was on water-boy roster that fortnight) was getting worried about her state of mind.

"Dude," he had said, "she's becoming something out of a horror film: she's miserable and not grooming properly…and her eyes are beginning to go red, I'm serious! Dude, I think you should see her."

Taking his advice, he hovered near the front door (which happened to be a heavy cloth, of sorts) wondering what to do next.

"Put the pork and water beside the door, and back away." A voice snapped inside.

"Kate? Kate, I want to talk to you." He said.

"Don't bother, I won't listen."

"I think I know why you are upset."

"Upset? Me?" she replied sarcastically.

"I believe the test was positive then?" he asked innocently enough.

"No, I'm just staying inside because I don't want to get skin cancer." She snapped again. From Jack's position, he could see that she was lying on Sawyer's deck chair.

"Actually, I'm more worried about you staying inside…it must be a sauna in there."

"I'm trying to sweat the baby out."

"You need to get fresh air." He ignored the last remark.

"I am also trying to choke myself with my noxious fumes. Now would you kindly GO AWAY!"

"Kate," he said, walking in. He was shoved out abruptly. Kate stood at the entrance, their faces barely inches apart. Hurley was right: her face was sweaty; her hair frizzed out in different directions and her eyes burned a puffy red; over all, she looked slightly mental.

"Should I get the Ghostbusters?" he quipped.

Furious, she flung the door-hanging into his face reasonably hard. After a stunned moment, she did it again.

"Would you stop doing that!" Jack asked, annoyed.

"NEVER!" she yelled. This time, she had flung a shoe out the door, hitting him squarely on the forehead. He landed squarely on his bottom, rubbing the large bruise that had already appeared. She laughed evilly from inside her hut.

"I'll be back, Kate!" he shouted at her. She appeared swiftly from the hut and took the water and the pork, "I'll be back to refill that water bottle. Just you wait!"

"I'll like to see you try." She retorted.

He stormed away, muttering threatening oaths under his breath. Back at the caves, Hurley was filling up the water bottles. Most of the bottles had some form of leak or crack, and were resealed using tree sap. Hurley swivelled to face Jack.

"Did you speak to her?" Hurley asked.

"I'm never following your advice again Hurley." Jack muttered, Hurley raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Oh, and you're also relieved from your water-boy duties. I'm taking over."

"What did I do? What did I do?" Hurley asked, somewhat disappointed in being dropped from his position as water-boy.

"Nothing. I just need a way to go through to Kate." He spoke mainly to himself.

Music Score: Dun dun Daaaaah!

To be Continued