Chapter 9

Comunicando con fantasmi

"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."

Kate slept for quite awhile, not moving away from Jack. After a few hours, she began to shift slightly, hearing a male voice calling her name. The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Jack's voice. Her eyes quickly opened and she looked around, finding no one else in the room but Jack.

Jack looked down at her and smiled softly, realizing she was waking up. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked her.

Kate glanced up at him. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder, nodding slightly. "Who was calling me a few moments ago?" she asked, her voice still sounding tired.

Jack gave her a confused look. "No one." he said. "No one's even been in here but me, and I was half asleep."

"Oh…" Kate replied, rubbing her head. "I must have been dreaming." she told him, stifling a yawn.

Jack nodded his head slightly. "Yeah, because no one was talking…" he told her.

"Katie…" The voice called again. It was definitely a male's voice, and sounded very familiar to her. It was a bit slurred though and had a weird echo sound to it, sort of like a dream voice, but Kate wasn't sleeping.

Kate frowned and looked around again. "I heard it again." she told him, shifting on his lap so she was leaning back against him and could look around better.

Jack looked down at her. "Kate, I can't hear anything…" he told her, shaking his head slightly. "Are you sure you're feeling better? Does your head hurt? Do you feel dizzy or anything?"

"I feel fine." Kate assured him, beginning to frown. "I just hear someone calling my name."

"Katie…It's me…Tom." The voice said.

Kate froze. That's why it sounded do familiar. It was Tom's voice. "Tom?" she stuttered, looking around.

Jack looked down at her, his brows furrowing in concern. "Kate." he said softly. "No one is talking."

Kate ignored him, moving off of his lap. "Tom?" she asked, her eyes stinging with tears. "Where are you?" she asked him.

"Hey, Katie…" Tom's voice replied. "I'm right here. You just can't see me." He sighed. "Are you okay?"

Kate blinked a few times, ignoring his question. "Why can't I see you?" she asked. "Why can't Jack hear you?"

Jack shook his head slightly, watching her closely. Why was she talking to her dead friend? Surely, he wasn't talking back to her. Maybe she was just so upset, she was hallucinating. He sat back and watched her, not sure what to do.

Tom sighed once more. "Because, Katie." he replied. "Are you okay?" he repeated, sounding worried. "Eventually, they might let you out of here."

Kate frowned. "Why are we here?" she asked. "What's the point of this place? Why can't we just go back to camp? And no, no I'm not okay. I'm trapped in this place."

"I know you're stuck here." Tom told her. "And I can't exactly give you all the answers, but sooner or later, you'll find out. I've checked their files for you. They don't plan on keeping the four of you for two long."

"Files on us?" Kate asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" She crossed her arms, wishing she could see him, could feel him. She missed him so much.

"Files. Like, um, files on everything that happened in your life. All you did, about the people around you, everything about you." Tom replied quietly.

Kate nodded slightly, though wasn't sure whether he could see her or not. Files? On her? On everything about her? Why would they want those? Were they going to use them and then send her off to jail? She hoped not. Thought at the moment, she was sure jail would be a whole lot better than being locked up in this place. "Tom." she said quietly after a moment. "I really miss you." She looked around again, just incase she might possibly catch a glimpse of him.

"I know, Katie." Tom told her. "But don't worry. I will always be with you. Whenever you miss me, just remember I'm watching over you, okay?"

Kate nodded again. "If you can talk to me and stuff, then why can't you come back and be with me?" she asked, her voice quivering. "I need you."

"Katie, I'm dead." Tom told her. "I can't come back. And plus, you have Jack. He loves you and he'll take care of you. He's a good man."

Kate closed her eyes, shaking her head. "But it isn't the same." she whispered. "I'm sorry I killed you."

"Katie, it isn't your fault." Tom told her. "It was the police man. He shouldn't have shot while I was in the car. And you know what? He was kicked off the police force for doing it. I have to go now. I just wanted to let you know, that you'll be okay and you'll get out of here soon."

"Wait! Are you coming back?" Kate asked him.

"I don't know." Tom replied. "Just behave yourself and stop running." he told her. "I love you, okay?"

"I love you too." Kate whispered. A light breeze suddenly made it's way across the room and then everything felt normal again. She crossed her arms tightly and looked down, knowing that Jack probably thought she was crazy. But she wasn't. Tom had been talking to her. He really had been.

"Kate." Jack said with a sigh, not sure what to think. If they were somewhere off the island, of course he would have thought she was crazy. But not here. Everyone had seen things, heard things, witnessed things here that they would have never been able to somewhere else. He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at her. "What did he say?" he asked.

Kate turned and looked at him, a bit surprised by his response. She figured he would have asked her if she was okay again then try to get her to lie down. "He um…He said we wouldn't be here long." she said, nodding slightly. She was going to bring up about Jack loving her, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Plus, how did Tom know how Jack felt about her? "He just um…asked if I was okay and stuff. And they said that they have files that have everything about us on them here." She nodded her head again.

Jack nodded his head a bit. "Files…" he said, thinking about it. "Kind of like the Others had?" he asked her.

Kate shrugged her shoulders. "I guess." she said, looking up at him. "He just said that they had files and that they had everything about us, like what we did and about the people that have been around us." She scooted over closer to him.

"Sounds like they're wanna be Others." Jack said, smiling slightly as she moved closer to him. "Just a little more violent and odd."

Kate shrugged again. "Unless the Others are wanna be Thems…" she replied.

Jack smirked. "Thems?" he asked her. "That's not even a word."

Kate frowned and crossed her arms. "Why does it matter if it's a word or not? What else are we supposed to call them?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. We'll call them Thems…" he told her, still smirking a bit.

Kate gave a nod. "Good." she said. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Think Sawyer and Jessie are okay?" she asked him.

Jack glanced down at her and nodded his head. "Probably." he said. "They're probably just sitting around in their cell like we are."

Kate nodded slightly. "Probably." she said quietly. "Think Sawyer's giving her a hard time?" she asked him.

Jack arched a brow at her. "Who doesn't he give a hard time?" he asked.

Kate paused for a moment. "Good point." she replied.