By the time the group had gotten back to the beach it was getting dark.

"Did you get a signal?" Jack asked them.

"We got something alright," Sawyer commented as he walked backed to his spot on the beach so he could unpack and go to sleep.

Jack looked at Sayid, "We couldn't transmit."

"Why not?"

"Because something else is transmitting, a distress call it's been playing for 16 years."

"16 years?"

Sayid nodded, "What should we tell the others?"

"Nothing, not now. We don't want them to panic."

Cameron watched as the golden retriever walked through the jungle near him. He hid in the bushes and licked his lips as he waited for the right time to pounce on his prey. When the dog was close enough he jumped out, trying to throw his body to capture the dog but he failed and the dog ran off in the direction of he beach, where all the people were.

Cameron couldn't feed there, not yet anyway. Not with the slayer so close and while he was still weak. He turned around and trudged back to the cockpit of the plane. He was upset that he wouldn't get any warm blood tonight. He had been feeding on the dead bodies in the cockpit but the human blood was no substitute for the warm blood he had been use to drinking back home.

He climbed into the cockpit and sank his teeth into one of the passengers that hadn't survived. He hated eating them, their blood was cold and it clotted in his mouth, not to mention they were beginning to rot and soon the stench would be foul.

Buffy woke up in the middle of the night with a start. She heard someone screaming and she ran toward it. She noticed Sayid running on her heels. He had heard it too. When they reach the location of the scream they found Shannon cornered by some rocks and about to get impaled by a very large boar. Buffy didn't know what to do but before she could think of a solution she heard a gun shot ring out. The boar fell to the ground. When they looked to see what had happened they found Sawyer holding a gun.

"Where did you get that?" Sayid demanded as some of the others began to gather near by.

"Off a body."

Buffy shook her head, "Guns aren't allowed on planes."

"They are if you're a federal marshal," Sawyer said, brandishing the badge he had taken off the body of the dead marshal.

"So you thought you'd take his gun for safe keeping," Sayid mocked, giving Buffy enough time to disarm a distracted Sawyer and grab the gun.

"Hey!" Sawyer yelled in protest.

"It's fine with me if she keeps it," Sayid said. He trusted Buffy much more then he did Sawyer.

"Wait, What?" Buffy exclaimed, "I don't want…."

"Good, it's settled," Charlie said from where he had joined the group.

"Fine," Sawyer said as he walked off and the rest of the crowd left, leaving Buffy and Charlie alone.

"I don't want this," Buffy said, indicating the gun, "You take it."

"No, I don't want that thing," Charlie said.

"Fine, whatever," Buffy said. When she got back to her spot on the beach she took the gun, put the safety on it, and hid it in a safe place.

The next morning Sayid was seen donning his backpack.

"Where are you going?" Buffy asked.

"To look for some food. I'll be back before sunset."

"Do you want some help?"

"I'm fine," he said as he walked in to the jungle.

Sayid had been walking in the jungle for awhile when he tripped over something. He looked down and found a large thick cable. 'What would this be doing on a deserted island?' he wondered as he began to follow the cable.

Sayid had been following the cable for about a mile and that's when he tripped the hidden device that triggered the trap that sent him flying through the air and hung him upside down.

"Hello! Someone! Help!" he yelled, just before, something smacked him unconscious.

Michael was walking along the beach when he saw Vincent, his son's golden retriever. He was near where he had been camped out with his son, so he grabbed the dog's leash.

"Vincent come here! Come here!" Michael yelled as he ran after the dog, who ran deep in to the jungle.

Michael tripped over something and when he got up he found the dog was gone, "Stupid dog."

He looked around his surroundings trying to get his bearings. He walked off to his right in the direction he thought the dog had gone and he came in to a clearing, where he found Vincent sitting there.

"There you are! Don't you understand come?" Michael said, hooking the dog's collar to its leash, "When we go home you're going to obedience school."

Michael heard a loud roar and a stomp. He could hear something coming through the tress, towards him and he began to run, dragging Vincent with him. He could hear its roar behind him as he ran. He could see the beach just through the trees and he ran towards it. Once he got close to the beach he heard the thing stop and turn around. Michael breathed a sigh of relief as he walked towards the others to tell them what happened.

"Hey Walt, look what I found," Michael said as he walked over to his son with Vincent. He had just finished telling Jack and Charlie what had happened in the jungle.

"Vincent," he yelled, running over and hugging the dog. Michael smiled. It was good to now for once he had done something right and made his son happy.

"Did you hear what happened to Michael?" Charlie asked as he sat down next to Buffy on the beach.

"No, why what happened it he okay?"

"He's fine but he ran into some kind of monster in the jungle."

"A monster?"

"Yeah."

"Did he say what it looked like or anything?"

"No, he didn't see it. Just heard it."

"Oh my god."

"What?"

"Sayid."

"Huh?"

"He went into the jungle, this morning. I have to go find him."

"No, I'm not letting you go in there all by yourself. Why don't we talk to Jack see what he things we should do."

"We could be too late."

"Don't worry Sayid's a trained solider. He can take care of himself."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he fought in the first Gulf war for the Iraqi Republican Guard." Buffy just nodded, "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I hope you're right."

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