"It didn't sound like an animal." Michael said. "Not exactly, I mean." It was the next morning, and everyone seemed to have some kind of theory about what happened last night. Everyone, it seemed, except for Lena, who was just very confused.

"That noise it made sounded… familiar." Said a woman named Rose.

"Really?" Shannon, the blond girl who had been screaming, asked. "Where are you from."

"The Bronx." Rose answered. Lena had only been to the Bronx a few times, but she was pretty sure nothing like that lived there.

"Might be monkeys." Charlie piped up. "It's monkeys, right?"

"You think monkeys made that sound?" Lena asked skeptically. She had never actually seen or heard a monkey in person, but she was pretty sure monkeys couldn't do that.

"Yeah, it's Monkey Island." Said a voice sarcastically. Lena glanced over her shoulder to see Sawyer, the extremely annoying yet attractive guy standing behind her.

"Technically, you know, we don't even know if we're on an island." Said Hurley, a rather large curly haired guy. She hoped that it wasn't, because then there might be a way back to civilization. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that it was.

"We're on an island." Sayid said tersely, ending that theory. The certainty of his tone made Lena inclined to believe him, but she tell held out a bit of hope

"Well, whatever it was… it wasn't natural." Michael said. No shit, Sherlock. Something that lives on a tropical island and uproots trees by the mass wasn't exactly natural.

"So… I was just looking inside the fuselage." Hurley interjected, completely changing the subject. "It's pretty grim in there. You think we should do something about the… b-o-d-y-s." He glanced at Walt at the last part, probably not wanting to mention death in front of him.

"What are you trying to spell?" Lena asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion at his misspelling. "Bodies?"

"B-o-d-i-e-s." Walt corrected. Lena chuckled at Hurley's shocked expression that a kid was a better speller than him.

"That sounds like a good idea." Sayid said in response to Hurley's suggestion of doing something with the dead people. Even if she didn't know them, it still made Lena uncomfortable to think about the ones who didn't survive the crash.

"No!" Shannon exclaimed. "They'll deal with it when they get here." Lena was about to say something about the rescue people possibly not coming for a while when Jack, the doctor, walked up behind the group along with a woman named Kate.

"We're gonna go out and look for the cockpit." Jack explained. "See if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal, help out the rescue team. If the guy with the shrapnel in his stomach wakes up, keep him calm, but don't let him remove the shrapnel." Lena nodded, although she wasn't sure who he was directing his instructions to.

"I'll come with you." Charlie said as he stood up and dusted sand off his legs. But Jack and Kate had already started to walk off, and he ran to catch up with them, sand flying behind his feet.

And the rest of the survivors? They were going to wait.

…

"Hey, um, Lena, right?"

It was Hurley, holding a bunch of airplane food.

"Yeah, that's my name." Lena said.

"Uh, I was just handing out food…" Hurley trailed off awkwardly. "Do you wants some?"

"Yeah, thank you!" Lena exclaimed. She had been hungry all night, but since she thought there was no food, she didn't mention it. And she didn't exactly want to go looking for it in the dark, especially with that monster thing on the island.

Hurley handed her a package of very oddly shaped chicken, but Lena wasn't going to be picky.

"Thanks, Hurley." Lena said. He smiled a little and then walked over to Claire to give her some food.

Lena must have been even hungrier than she thought, because she devoured the chicken in just a few minutes. It probably wasn't healthy to eat that fast, but in that moment, Lena didn't really care.

Just as she finished the food, she heard loud shouting coming from a few feet away. She dropped the tray and ran across the beach to see Sayid and Sawyer in a very heated fight.

"Whoa!" Lena exclaimed, as she ran up to them to try and break up the fight. Micheal helped her, and they managed to pull the two men away. Sayid was strong, but she managed to hold him back.

"Break it up!" Shouted Jack, who had apparently just gotten back from his trip to the cockpit. Hopefully he hadn't found something. Meanwhile, Sayid and Sawyer were still trying to attack each other, but the others managed to keep them apart.

"Son of a bitch!" Sawyer shouted.

"I'm sick of this redneck!" Sayid yelled back. Lena could have made a sarcastic remark, but she held it back. Secretly, she was happy that someone finally snapped and punched Sawyer.

"You want to fight?!" Sawyer exclaimed. "I'll kick your ass!" Somehow, being stopped from fighting each other made them even angrier.

"Tell everyone what you told me!" Sayid seethed. "Tell them that I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!"

"If the shoe fits buddy!" Sawyer replied.

"Seriously, Sawyer?" Lena said incredulously. He was such a little piece of-

"What is going on?" Jack asked. Lena shook her head in confusion. She was as in the dark as him. "WHAT IS GOING ON?" Jack repeated his question louder, stopping most of the side conversations.

"Look." Michael said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "My son found these in the jungle." Questions made their way to the forefront of Lena's mind. Why the hell were there handcuffs on the plane?

"And this guy was sitting in the back row of business class, the whole flight, never got up." Sawyer added. "Hands folded underneath a blanket. And, for some reason - just pointing this out - the guy sitting next to him didn't make it."

"You have got to be kidding me." Lena muttered. "That proves absolutely nothing, Sawyer. The guy next to Hurley didn't make it, are you going to accuse him of something?" She quickly glanced at Hurley apologetically for using him as an example, and he just gave a thumbs up to say that it was okay.

"I saw them pull him out of line before we boarded!" Sawyer argued. At this, Sayid tried to attack Sawyer again, but Jack managed to pull him back. Honestly, Lena couldn't blame him.

"Stop!" Kate shouted, louder than everyone else. "We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"

"Yes, I might be able to." Sayid answered, still glaring at Sawyer.

"Oh great." Sawyer said sarcastically. "Perfect! Let's trust this guy!"

"Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I trust him way more than I trust you." Lena retorted. She was starting to hate Sawyer more and more with every word he said.

"We're all in this together guys, let's treat each other with a little respect." Hurley interjected. Sawyer started to say something rude, but Jack interrupted him.

"Give it a break, will you?" Jack said tiredly.

"Whatever you say, doc." Sawyer replied. "You're the hero."

"Are you sure I can't punch him?" Lena whispered to Jack, who shook his head with a slight smirk.

"It's a dual band, military spec." Sayid said, studying the transceiver. Lena didn't understand a word he was saying, but she listened anyways. "Chances are, the battery is good, but the radio is dead."

"Can you fix it?" Kate asked.

"I need some time." Sayid replied.

"Doctor!" Rose shouted, running over to the group. "The man with the shrapnel… you should take a look at him." Jack sighed and walked off towards the tent where the injured man was. Sayid took the transceiver and walked to another spot on the beach, taking the time to glare at Sawyer as he went.

And Lena? She still wanted to punch Sawyer, but she refrained, not wanting to cause another fight. All she could do now was wait. Again.