Note to the audience: From now on I'm going to add a song "clip" in the beginning of each chapter because I think it will be fun. This week's song "clip" is:

Other Side of the World

by KT Tunstall

And the fire fades away.

Most of everyday,

Is full of tired excuses,

But it's too hard to say.

I wish it were simple,

but we give up easily.

You're close enough to see that,

You're the other side of the world to me.

The Locke and the Key

Chapter Seven

Jack hurried down the stretch of beach at a jogging pace (which was actually slower than Ewan's who was obviously not in the best shape). It only took him a few minutes to realize that Ewan was going the wrong way in relation to where Michael had come from. But the young Scottish star had a strange look on his face that told the world he knew exactly what he was doing. It was a bit sad for Jack to watch him seem so confident.

Ewan glanced around apprehensively before he entered the vast jungle. He took his first step in and then jolted into a run. Jack followed quickly.

It was hard for Jack to stay quiet for a four-mile-long hike but he was beginning to become curious. Ewan seemed to be continuously walking in circles and his confident look had gradually dripped off his face. The strangest part was he was constantly muttering things to himself that Jack couldn't understand.

Ewan was in the middle of murmuring what seemed to be lines from a play when he stopped short. He stared at a clearing in front of him. The trees around the clearing enclosed it in a perfect circle. The sun beamed down directly overhead. Ewan began to enter the clearing cautiously.

Jack attempted to follow him silently, but that was getting harder as he hike into more brush. As he took his next step he heard a twig snap from underneath him.

Ewan's head snapped around and he stared viciously at something behind Jack. Beneath the pure act of viciousness were Ewan's horrified slate-grey eyes. They stared for a while too, praying that nothing would attack him this time.

As Ewan turned back to enter the clearing, there was a sudden shower of rain. Ewan looked up as if questioning the clouds, "Why now?" Instead, he murmured, "Ugggccchhh..." and stared back down at the grass. He slid his hands under his armpits and hopped up and down to keep warm. Jack ducked under a large leaf and continued watching.

Ewan patrolled the entire clearing in the rain. He inspected every plant, ventured to every corner and searched every empty space. Then, unsuccessful, he strolled into the middle of the clearing and stood. He let the rain seep through his clingy shirt and into his skin. It rolled down his face as slow as dripping molasses and from the expression on his face Jack couldn't tell if he was crying or not. Ewan plummeted down to his knees and called, "Desmond!" up into the sky.

Jack couldn't exhale. Ewan had never met Desmond, the man who had been in the hatch when they first found it. How could he be in search of someone he didn't know?

"Desmond!" Ewan said softly now. "When will I ever see Desmond?"

Well, it was obvious now that Ewan had met Desmond. But logically, there was no way. Unless Ewan has been wandering out here in the jungle on his own...

"How'd you get it?" He motioned down at Ewan's bruised, cut, scratched and beat up shin and knee.

"Um... running around in the woods, yeh know."

"I don't think so, Ewan. An animal made these cuts." He began rubbing some cream on Ewan's knee.

...so maybe Ewan had seen Desmond once, or even more times than that.

Jack snuck closer to hear the words Ewan seemed to be saying to the dark rain clouds. It was then that Jack realized he was praying.

"Please," he begged, "I promise I'll be good." Ewan paused to let out a loud sob. "Whatever your definition of good is, I'll be it," he explained between weeps. "Just let me find a friend on this island!" His head sunk down with the rest of his body and his arms fell limp.

Jack knew Ewan would never return to camp if he didn't physically bring him back there. He bolted out of the brush he had been hiding behind and grabbed Ewan by the arm. "There you are," he said, "Get up. Libby's funeral is going to start soon."

Ewan looked at him innocently with his tearful, red eyes. He tried to keep his composure as he asked, "Were you following me?"

"Tracking you wasn't very easy--"

"Were you following me?"

Jack just shrugged and said, "C'mon we need to get you down to that funeral."

Ewan, silently hoping Jack hadn't heard anything he said, followed him back to the beach.

"Libby was a psychologist... er a psychiatrist. One of those..." Hurley began.

Ewan bit his lip to stop it from quivering as he watched Hurley speak about his lost friend. It was sad because Ewan knew exactly how Hurley felt. He hadn't known anyone on the island as well as Libby and now Libby was gone.

"She helped me," Hurley continued.

Ewan glanced down at the ground. He couldn't watch Hurley struggle through this anymore. He looked around at the other survivors through his watery, blurred vision. None of them seemed nearly as upset as Hurley or as himself. No one was crying. No one really knew Ana Lucia or Libby. But as Ewan's eyes scanned the crowd they locked with Sawyer's. Sawyer's stare mumbled, "Knock it off," but Ewan's eyes lingered. There was something else buried deep in his expression. It was sadness and mourning. It was as if Sawyer's despair had been pushed into the black pit of his pupil, but was still hanging on by one hand. Ewan felt sorry for him and glanced away. At that moment he realized Sawyer was missing a friend too. I'm not alone, Ewan realized, I'm NOT alone. It's okay if I'm missing Desmond. There are so many other people on this island just as troubled as me. I don't NEED Desmond. I'm never going to find him anyway. It would take SOME miracle for Desmond to--

"Boat! Boat!" Sun cried from the side of Ewan's vision. He followed her finger until his eyes reached the ocean. The rest of the crowd held their breath with him. A small, white boat was meandering it's way toward the shore.

I've Never Done a Disclaimer, but: I don't own LOST or any of the songs that I'm going to put at the top from now on. And I don't even know what disclaimer means so I'm going to go look it up in the dictionary.

PS: The LOST season finale was precious. Desmond is hotter than I thought he was.

PPS: Now that I'm done finals I'll be updating a LOT more often!