-1I haven't updated this in literally one year- I was looking at the previous chapters, and I did notice mistakes both grammatical, and logical, lol Please cope with me while I try to get this fanfic rolling again! In the meanwhile, enjoy the rest! )

He ran as fast as he could, blurs of green and brown sweeping by him. The path to the main area was covered with leaves, twigs, and whatnot, but somehow the path was familiar to him.

It was amazing how the islanders quickly acclimated to their surroundings. Then again, thought Hurley, how many times had each of them had to go through the island just to get food, just to keep from being bored, to get water.. Mmm.. food.

Wait, concentrate on the task on hand, Hurley, concentrate!, he thought to himself. "4 8 15 16 23 42 4 8 15 16 23 42.." he muttered to himself.

Charlie woke up, groggily. He blinked his eyes several times into focus. He could see now. He was in a damp, dungeon with a table in one corner. Slowly, Charlie got up and walked across to the other corner of the room. Boing! He suddenly bumped into glass. He waved his hands up furiously in the air, realizing that there was a glass divider between his half of the room!

And that's when he saw Claire, propped up against a chair on the other half the room. "Claire! Claire!" Charlie shouted furiously, obviously expecting a response. Claire's face, still somehow rosy with beauty, stared back, eyes closed. "CLAIRE! CLAIRE!" He wept furiously, banging away on the glass to no avail.

"Boone! Boone!" Boone turned to see someone running towards him. Boone backed away but realized he was standing right in front of the beach shore. His shirt had only just dried- how wet it had been the whole night in the breezy weather! And now, here was this huge force coming towards him.

"Hurley, slow down… slow down.. (Hurley kept running towards him with a determined look) SLOW DO- -"… BOOM!

After running so fast, Hurley had collided into Boone, knocking him right into the waters. He had not been able to stop himself- when the hell was the last time I ran that fast, thought Hurley.

"What's wrong with you?! Didn't you see me? Now I have to dry this again- and it's breezy…!"

"Sorry?"

The look of disgust that followed was probably more than necessary.

"It's Sayid.. dude he… he doesn't exist."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He's gone!" (Hurley further emphasized this fact by spreading his arms wide open)

"Where did he go?" asked Boone in a sarcastic tone, apparently believing Hurley was playing some sort of game.

"No dude, you don't get it. I saw him.. there.. there.." waved Hurley frantically.

"Ok calm down, and tell me what you want to say."

"Sayid's dead!" Hurley somehow managed to stumble, tears falling freely down his face.

"Lead me to him!"

They ran through the jungle, the familiar blur of greens and browns flying by.

Then Hurley stopped suddenly, Boone colliding into him and falling. Boone's shirt attracted the debris scattered all over the ground.

Hurley turned everywhere. But the fact still remained.

…The body was gone.