Buffy woke up the next morning to find the sun beating down on her face. She washed up as best she could in the ocean and went to go look for Jack.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked, coming up behind him. He was packing a backpack with some supplies.

"Yeah," he hesitated, "Are you sure you want to come?"

"Yes," Jack remained silent, "I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"I just…."

"I can take care of myself."

"Fine," he said, putting on the backpack. He headed towards some of the others. Buffy followed, "We're going to go out and look for the cockpit, see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team."

"I'll come with you. I want to help," Charlie said.

"I don't need any more help."

"No, its cool, I don't really feel like standing still, so," Charlie said Jack nodded, "Excellent."

Buffy, Jack, and Charlie walked through the jungle. Jack was in the lead as Charlie and Buffy walked side by side, each other.

"So where are you from?" Charlie asked her.

"Sunnydale, California," Buffy was going to ask him where he was from but she figured the accent gave it away, "Have we met before?"

"No, that would be unlikely. I look familiar, though, right?"

"Yeah but I don't know where from."

Charlie began to sing, trying to jog her memory, "You all everybody. You all everybody. You've ever heard that song?"

"Yeah, so?"

"That's us. Driveshaft. Look, the ring -- second tour of Finland. You've never heard of Driveshaft?"

"Like the band?"

"Yeah, the band."

"You were in Driveshaft?"

"I am in Driveshaft. I play bass."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, Charlie. Track 3, you know, I do backing vocals."

"Giles would freak. He loved you guys."

"Hey," Jack called back to them, stopping so they can catch up.

"Have you ever heard of Driveshaft?" Buffy asked.

"We've got to keep moving."

That's when the sky opened up and it began to pour.

"Hey is this normal, the whole end of the world type weather," Charlie asked.

"I've see the end of the world," Buffy said, "This isn't it." Charlie just laughed, thinking she was joking and the group continued to trudge through the jungle.

It was raining on the beach as well. Everyone was running for cover. Everyone except a bald man named John Locke. Instead he stood in the middle of the beach, allowing the rain to soak into his clothes.

"Locke, what are you doing?" the tan Arab man named Sayid yelled.

"Embracing, mother nature!"

"Dude, what's he doing out there?" Hurley asked Sayid.

"Embracing mother nature," he replied in a mocking voice.

The rain had stopped by the time Charlie, Buffy, and Jack had found the cockpit. The three of them climbed inside, warily and soon came face to face with the many dead bodies strewn inside.

"You okay?" Jack asked Buffy. He was unaware of how familiar she was with dead bodies, being the slayer and all it came with the territory.

"I'm fine," she replied as they headed deeper into the cockpit, "So what's this thing look like?"

"Complicated walkie-talkie."

"I'm fine. Charlie's fine, by the way. I'm okay," Charlie yelled to them, sarcastically.

Jack walked near the body of the pilot, when the pilot took a breath. Jack bent down near him and Buffy came over handing him some water.

"How many survived?" the pilot asked his voice raspy.

"At least 48. Does anything feel broken?" Jack asked, going into doctor mode.

"No, I'm a little dizzy."

"Probably a concussion."

"How long have we…?"

"16 hours," Buffy replied.

"Has anyone come?"

"No," Charlie replied, he had come over, "Not yet anyway."

"I was afraid of that," the pilot stated, "6 hours in. Our radio went out, no one could see us. We turned back to land in Fiji, by the time we hit turbulence we were 1000 miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place."

Buffy heart dropped a little when she heard that, mentally taking away a little bit of her hope.

"Do you have a transceiver?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," he nodded and pointed at it. Charlie grabbed it and handed it to him, "It's not working." He handed the transceiver to Jack, and winced.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked as he saw the pilot slip into unconsciousness and stop breathing, "He's not breathing." Jack tried to give him mouth to mouth but it failed to do any good. He put his ear to the man's heart and then checked his pulse, "He's dead."

That's when Buffy noticed the marks on the man's neck, "Get away from him!"

"What?!" Jack said as the pilot, came back to life and grabbed him by the throat. His face was contorted into a grotesque shape. Buffy grabbed the pilot and tossed him out the front window of the cockpit, where he burned up in the sunlight.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know," Buffy replied, honestly. It didn't make sense. Vampires here it just didn't add up. Unless someone on the plane was one Buffy reasoned but they would have burned up when the plane crashed. It was too sunny for anyone to survive.

Thanks for the reviews, everybody. They are much appreciated.

And to Answer your questions:

1. There will be some demon activity on the island but I'm not going to give too much away.

2. Good point about the Buffy, not freaking out thing but I think it was just more of a this sucks but I need to deal with this moment...I think she was more confused then anything with all the chaos surronding her.