After the embarassment that breakfast had been after Sawyer's concert the night before, he had managed to get away from people quoting his and Ella's song. He was still trying to escape Charlie and Jack, who, given that he didn't know that the doctor had such a playful immature side until that morning, had taken to calling him Tarzan. Sawyer, who had actually seen that Disney film well over fifty times in the past year, made sure not to correct them on the fact that the song was designed for Kala, the female ape, to sing to Tarzan when he was a baby. However, he didn't want them to start calling him "ape-man" or "Kala", so he was sticking with "monkey-man" "leopard-print-loincloth-wearer" and "Tarzan". He was dead sure that Kate wanted to see him in a leopard print loincloth though. Dead sure.

With that thought in mind, he sat and watched Ella playing on the beach. The tide was far out that morning, and she was wandering along the calm shore line, picking up shells and humming to herself. Just like he had told her, her hair was extremely curly from Shannon's braids, and just like she had told him, she looked just like her mother. She ran back up the beach occassionally to show Sawyer her shells, and he would smile and tell her how pretty they were before she ran back down with that precious smile on her face.

Sawyer thought back to Brianna, to the last time he had seen her alive.

It had been a hectic day. Sawyer had spent all morning with Brianna and her parents, who had insisted on seeing their daughter before they returned to their home in L.A, which was far away considering Sawyer and Brianna lived together in Tennessee. Then, just as her parents were getting read to head on home, Brianna had gone into labour. It had been a panic to get her to the hospital. And then before he knew it, Sawyer was sat in the waiting room with Brianna's parents, waiting for news.

He hadn't been allowed into the delivery room with her, because of some complications with the birth. This had Sawyer worrying. Was Brianna Ok? Was the baby Ok? What was happening? One moment, when he checked his watch, it was 8.42pm on November 22nd. Next, it was 4.16am, on November 23rd.

Someone came out of the delivery room and looked around. "Mr Ford?" She asked, and Sawyer stood up. "Mr Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news." She said, coming over to him.

"Is the baby Ok?" He asked.

"Your baby is fine, Mr Ford, your fiancee had a healthy baby girl, and she's doing just fine." The midwife assured.

"And...Brianna?"

"I'm afraid that because of complications, we are unable to stop the bleeding."

Sawyer's face fell from the smile that had formed from learning about his new daughter. "What does that mean?" He assumed that Brianna's parents knew, because her mother had gasped and when Sawyer looked around, her father was comforting her mother with his own solemn expression. "She's gonna be Ok, right?"

The nurse was silent for a moment. "Mr Ford, I'm very sorry, but there's nothing more we can do for her."

"What?" He said with a strangled sound. "Nothing you can do? You mean...she's...she's gonna...there has to be something!" He argued.

"I'm sorry, Mr Ford, but we've done all we can. She wants to see you. I advise that you spend her last minutes with her."

"Minutes?"

"Yes, Mr Ford, there isn't much time left." The nurse said and disappeared into the delivery room again.

Sawyer stood for a moment, before turning back to Brianna's parents. Brianna couldn't die, she just couldn't. He couldn't raise this baby on his own. What did he know about parenting? He had lost his at eight. All he knew was never kill himself and his child's mother. Brianna's father nodded at him. "Go on, son, go to her."

Sawyer didn't say anything, but went into the delivery room. He had expected that when he had entered this room, he would hear a baby crying, and then see Brianna smiling, and holding their baby. But instead, while he could hear the baby crying, Brianna was lying back on the bed, looking tired and extremely pale. He went to her side, sitting on the bed edge and picked up her hand.

"Brianna?" He asked. She focused her tired eyes on him.

"Hey, you had a girl." She said.

"No, Bree, we had a girl. We had a little girl." He corrected.

Weakly, she shook her head. "Let's not play games now, James." She said to him. "We both know that I'm not gonna see her grow up."

Sawyer actually felt tears coming to his eyes. Brianna had been the only woman he had ever felt real love for. "You can't leave me, Bree. I can't do this on my own."

"You wanted a girl." Brianna said. "I bet she looks beautiful."

"Don't go, Bree. Don't leave me." Sawyer said, a tear escaping and running down his face.

"You'll do fine." She assured him, her voice sounding distant "Remember, it's a girl, so you get to name her. I love you." She whispered.

"Love you too." Sawyer said, choked as he watched her take her final breaths before her chest finally stopped moving. "No, No Brianna. Come on, open your eyes. No!"

"Mr Ford, would you like to see your daughter?"

"Sawyer?"

Sawyer looked up to see Jack standing there.

"Um.." Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't want to alarm you, or anything...but...uh..."

Sawyer stood up. "What?"

"Um..." Jack jabbed his thumb over hs shoulder. "Ella...she's...eh...she's with Locke."

Sawyer looked back towards the beach. Sure enough, Ella was gone. "Shit." He swore, going over to where Jack had shown Locke to be. When they saw Locke, however, he was alone.

"Locke!" Sawyer called angrily.

Locke looked up from where he was sharpening a knife. "Yes, Sawyer?"

"Where is she?" He asked.

"Who?"

"Don't piss around with me, Locke, where's my daughter."

By now, Sawyer's loud voice had attracted most of the beach dwellers to congregate around them. "Sawyer, I-"

Ella jumped out from behind a rock. "Daddy, look at me! I'm a bad guy! Bang Bang!"

Sawyer's jaw dropped, and the rest of the crowd followed suit, when they saw that Ella's game of being a 'bad guy' involved holding a gun in her hands.