Kate jumped as the countdown began. She got up and walked towards the computer, entering the numbers slowly and pressing 'execute'. Kate looked over towards the bunk, where the teenage girl lay; Jack leaning over her, carefully bathing the two-inch gash on her hairline. Her face was dirty from the ocean, with stark white paths down her cheeks from her tears. She had cried through her unconsciousness for what seemed like hours. Now though, it seemed like she was just sleeping; she had curled her thin body into a foetal position, knees tucked close to her chest. She was guarding her right arm, and her fists were clenched as if she were having a bad dream.

Jack stroked Ellie's hair into place so it covered the cut. It wasn't very deep so didn't need stitches. He was glad, stitches weren't easy to do on the island, and even if he could manage to find a needle and some thread, it would cause way too much pain to be worth it. Jack gathered the pieces of cloth he had used to bathe her wound and stood up. He turned to find Kate standing behind him chewing nervously on her bottom lip, her right hand twisting a lock of hair.

"How is she?" she asked, looking over his shoulder at Ellie's sleeping body.

"I think she's OK. Pulse seems normal, same with breathing. And I think her shoulder will be fine, if a little sore for the next few days." Jack answered, turning on the faucet and holding the blood-stained cloths underneath the stream of water.

"Do you think she's one of them?" Kate's eyes didn't stray as she asked the question that had been on both their minds since bringing Ellie to the hatch.

"One of them?" Jack turned off the faucet and wrung out the cloths. "I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, her wrists-" Jack was interuppted by Hurley hurrying into the living area of the hatch. Charlie was hot on his heels, carrying a black and white duffel bag, adorned with several strands of seaweed.

"A bunch of stuff washed up on the beach - we thought it might belong to...I mean, it might be hers, right?" Hurley said breathlessly,

"Her name is Ellie." Kate stated, relieving Charlie of his treasure and setting it all on the worksurface.

"Right, sorry, well we thought it might be...Ellie's...stuff. It's kind of weird actually, mostly clothes but there was this..." Charlie said, reaching into the duffel and pulling out a leatherbound book. He handed it to Jack, who opened it and lay it out in front of them. Jack and Kate stared at the contents of the book, amazed by what they saw.

"DOZENS MISSING AFTER OCEANIC FLIGHT DISAPPEARS"

"SEARCH STILL ON FOR FLIGHT 815"

"MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD, THE PASSENGERS OF OCEANIC FLIGHT 815"

"MEMORIAL HELD AS SEARCH IS ABANDONED"

They silently turned the wet pages of the book, staring at the dozens of newspaper articles, all painstakinly cut out and pasted into the book. Halfway through was an article torn from a local newspaper. In the centre of the page there was a copied photograph of a smiling family; mother, father and between them a teenage girl. She had light hair like her mother, eyes like her father. The caption underneath read: "TRAGIC: Siobhan and Eric Monroe, missing, with their 16 year old daughter Eleanor."

Jack and Kate looked up.

"I told you it was weird," Charlie said, reaching over the worktop and turning the page, "But that's even weirder." They looked down at the book to see what Charlie was talking about. Staring up at them were rows and rows of pictures, each with a name underneath. Kate's picture was in the top corner, third from the left. Underneath, in small bold lettering, were printed the words, Austen, Katherine. Futher down the page they saw Ana Lucia's picture, Sawyer's picture, then Locke's. Everyone who had been on the plane was pictured on the next few pages of Ellie's book. The pages that followed showed sympathy and condolence cards, notes from people expressing their sadness at "the loss of two wonderful people".

A noise from the bunk attracted everyone's attention. On the bunk, still curled up, Ellie was awake.