"If only that fortune teller you told me about had been right." Leaning back into his pillow, Luis fingered the picture of himself and Sheridan. "If we were destined to fall in love over and over again throughout history, I'd have another shot with you." A lump forming in his throat, Luis inhaled. "What I wouldn't give for another shot. I would never let you go—never."

But didn't he have to let her go? Hadn't he always?

If the story he had told Liz tonight was true, he and Sheridan had lost each other over and over again throughout the ages.

Even tonight—after Liz had told him her friend Brian had pulled Diana out of the water—he'd had to let go of the idea that it had been Sheridan out there with him. Of the idea that somehow—some way—they had found their way back to each other.

Sighing, Luis sank down into his pillow.

He had to stop thinking about this.

He had to get a good night's sleep.

He had to find a way to get through the night so he could get out of here first thing in the morning—so he could get away from this island and all the memories it was dredging up. So he could finally stop feeling like, somehow, she was right around every corner he turned—just out of his reach.


Luis rolled over on his pillow, a smile teasing at his lips.

There she was. Twirling around the ship's deck in his arms—her eyes sparkling at his.

The music, her smile, the feeling of her lips brushing up against his—it felt like a dream come true.

Only her lips weren't brushing up against his.

He could clearly see her face.

Underneath their lids, Luis's eyes twitched.

If he could see her face, how was he feeling this?


- If Luis goes back to sleep, go to Chapter 8.

- If Luis decides to act on the sensations he's feeling, go to Chapter 11.