Buffy walked over to Locke, who was staring at Marie's grave.

"Death isn't so bad," she said.

He turned around and looked at here, "How would you know?"

"I died once."

"Really? What was that like?"

"Weird, kinda scary. My friend revived me with CPR after I drowned."

"I'm just guessing but there's probably more to it then that."

"There always is...Danielle said we can't stop it," Buffy told him.

"Do you believe her?"

"I don't know, maybe. It called all those others."

"Others?"

"Alex, other girls before we got here. Other…."

"Slayers?" Buffy looked at him in shock, "I fought a few demons in my time. Your secret is safe with me."

Buffy smiled, "How long have you known?"

"Since the night the vampire attacked Walt."

"They were all slayers just like me and it killed them, every last one of them."

"They weren't just like you. No 2 people are exactly alike. No matter how closely their connected or how much they have in common. You have faults they didn't…."

"Oh, that's comforting."

"And you can succeed where they have failed."

"I've never given up before."

"So you shouldn't start now."

"But I'm not going to be able to defeat this. That's not my M.O. My times over, I've already lived longer then I was suppose to," she said and with that she walked away and Locke watched her go.

"Where are you going?" Charlie yelled after Buffy as he watched her go into the jungle alone but she just ignored him and kept walking.

"Charlie dude, where's Jack?" Hurley said, running over to him.

"I don't know, I think he went into the jungle, something about fresh water," Charlie said with a shrug, "Why?"

"Clair's having the baby!"

"Oh god, I'll go get him," Charlie said and with that he went, running off into the jungle yelling for Jack.

"Where's Jack?" Boone asked Hurley when he came back. He was sitting next to Clair, who was going in to labor and holding her hand.

"Charlie went to go look for him."

"Do you know anything about delivering babies?" Boone asked Sun as Clair let out a scream.

"I was a midwife helper once but I don't know much," she turned to Clair, "Just breathe and try to hold on until Jack gets here," Boone starts to breathe, "Not you."

"Sorry, kinda nervous. I've never done this before."

She took a wet cloth a wiped Clair's sweaty brow.

"Jack! Jack! You gotta come quick, Clair's having the baby!" Charlie told him, when he caught up with him. Jack was in the middle of filling up some bottles with fresh water.

"Help me finish filling these bottles, we're going to need the water," Jack told him. They finished and ran back towards the beach.

"What does it say?" Michael asked Sawyer.

"I don't know it's in some weird language," he said.

"Let me see that," Michael said, taking the paper from him.

"You can't read it can you smart ass?"

"Shut up!"

"Okay, one more push," Jack told Clair.

"I can't," she said.

"Yes you can," Boone said.

"Come on one more, I can see the head," Jack told her. She yelled as she pushed really hard, and Jack took the baby cutting its umbilical cord and handing it to Clair to hold. It was bloody and crying but Clair and Boone looked at it lovingly, "It's a girl."

"What are you gonna name her?" Charlie asked from where he stood with his hands in his pockets.

"Noelle," Clair said, "If that's okay with her dad."

Boone nodded, "I like it a lot," he turned to Shannon, who stood with Sayid, "How does it feel to be an aunt?"

"I feel old," she said, "But good. She's beautiful, Boone." She hugged her brother.

"Here, I'll clean her," Sun told Clair, who handed her the baby.

Buffy sat in a clearing in the woods, it was getting dark. She looked down at the gun in her hands. It felt heavy with the weight of her decision. If she stayed, she was leaving the whole world in danger. That included Giles, Willow, her mom, Xander, Angel. She gulped trying to swallow what she was thinking of doing. She knew it was right, in her heart she knew she wasn't meant to kill this monster. The first slayer had said death was her gift; this is what the slayer's supposed to do right, give her life up for the greater good.

Buffy's mind was racing. She fought back the hot tears forming in her eyes. She didn't want to die. She was only 16. A sixteen year old shouldn't have to make these kinds of decisions. Why me she asked herself? She had become very familiar with the question she had often asked it to herself when slaying made her life difficult. But this decision was so hard. She cursed the powers that be or whoever the hell it was that gave her these powers. She hated this calling. She was bound to it though, bound to do the right thing, bound to her destiny. And there it was again, destiny, it always came back to that. This was her destiny. She looked back down at the gun in her hands and knew what she had to do. One life doesn't tip the scales, one person can't change the world, and one death doesn't stop time. The world goes on. No matter what, it just keeps turning. Maybe I can't change the world Buffy thought but I can stop it from going to hell, even if it means I won't be there to see it.

Night had fallen and everyone sat on the beach around a fire, talking and enjoying one another's company.

"Hey look!" Hurley yelled as he pointed off in to the distance. They could all see lights coming over the water towards them.

"We're saved!" Charlie yelled as he hugged Jack happily.

"Where's Buffy?" Jack yelled, "Someone has to tell her."

"I'll go get her," Charlie said, "Don't leave without me." He ran off into the jungle, "Buffy! We're saved! Buffy!"

Buffy stood in the clearing and closed her eyes. She could feel her warm tears trickle down her face as she brought the gun up to her head. I wonder what it's like on the other side she thought as she prepared to pull the trigger.

"Buffy!" Charlie yelled and that's when he heard the gun shot. It rang through the night, "Buffy! Buffy!" He yelled running faster, the fear evident in his face and voice.

"What was that?" Michael asked.

"Sounded like a gun shot," Sawyer said.

"I'm gonna go check it out," Michael said, grabbing a flashlight, "Stay here."

Sawyer watched Michael go and then he looked around, "Hell with that," he said, leaving the hatch and following Michael.