Richard watched Cinema get blown backwards, falling back into the water. Faintly he heard the one called Swayer yell.

Darkened eyes widening, he glared, turning his hands into tight fists. Ben, that stupid son of a bitch. His rage began to boil up inside of him, but he knew not to act just yet. Jacob was watching everything, maybe that damn tumor would kill him. That's when the sky lit up. It lasted thirty seconds or so before finally everything went back to normal. Closing his eyes, Richard sensed something and waited. Within minuets, he watched Ben, Tom, and the others march Swayer, Kate, and Jack away into the jungle.

Finally when the coast was clear, he raised and hurried to the shore. Stopping, he starred out before he saw her body. It was bobbing up and down against the end of the dock, surrounded by murky dark bloody water. He saw her hair pooled around, and the large bloody ragged hole in her back that was half floating against the surface. Diving in, he broke the cool surface and swam in long strokes over to her. Wrapping his arm around her body, he turned her half way. Her soaked hair was in her face, and felt lax in his arms. Struggling, he swam back, nearly falling before picking her up under his arms and dragging her up against the sand. Sitting back, he let her body lay against his, and he looked down. There was a hole, about the size of a china plate in the middle of her chest.

Her shirt was torn into pieces, and the flesh was completely destroyed. He saw broken bone, and whatever was left on her hanging in bloody strips in pieces. The hole went all the way through her. Brushing back her wet hair, Richard looked down at her pale face. He had fixed her before, he could do it again. Picking her up, he flung her over his shoulder and began walking into the jungle. It would take a few hours before he reached the temple.

Cinema was on a road trip with George.

She was sitting in the passanger seat, chewing on some of the trail mix they had made and bagged which sat between them. Currently she was flipping through their booklet of CDs, most of which were mixed from their computer. George was driving, glasses on that he usually wore whenever he was driving for long periods of time. One hand on the wheel, the other resting against the open window which was letting in a nice warm breeze. Cinema picked up a jazz CD which belonged to George and popped it in.

As soon as it began playing, George smiled.

"Forever and always the best DJ kiddo."

They were coming back from a business trip George had to take in Texas. Both had decided to make the drive since Cinema was taking time off from work. The weekend hadn't been bad. George was in meetings for the most part while Cinema stayed by the hotel pool. Last night they took in a ballgame, got dinner, and decided to head out. Cinema was thrilled since earlier they had found an old used record store, where Cinema found an original print of Gone With The Wind. George who was in the middle of flipping through records, saw how she lit up and squealed when she saw it in the back and insisted that he bought it for her.

"Anything that makes my girl smile like that is worth it."

Currently it was sitting in the back seat with their luggage. Snapping her fingers to the music, Cinema tilted her head back and smiled, reaching over and running her fingers through the back of his hair.

"Jack?"

Jack turned, and saw Kate leaning down in the opening of what served as Cinema's tent. They had all gotten back just a day ago, and Juliet had helped Claire. When he found a moment to himself, he had wandered down the beach to where Cinema's tent was, and was in the middle of silently looking through her things. He wouldn't admit it, but in the short brief time they spent together...he had fallen for her. He kept thinking about Ben shooting her. He hated that he had saved him. He wouldn't talk about her, or stay angry. He knew Juliet had nothing to do with it, but he couldn't help but privately feel bitter. Nearly everyone they had lost had a grave dug by the hill. But not her. He unzipped her gym bag, and was looking through her clothes.

Bringing one of her blouses up to his face, he inhaled and sighed. It smelt fresh, almost like clean soap. Sorting through some more, he picked up one of her metal bracelets and sighed. Holding it, he cocked his head to the side when Kate poked her head in. Turning, taken off guard he looked up more than a little embarrassed.

"Hey…"

"Hi."

Kate knelt down and looked over at him.

"You okay?"

Jack quickly threw Cinema's clothing back into the bag before looking over at her.

"Yeah I'm fine, just checking if Cinema had tweezers, good to have a spare set in the first aid kit."

Kate looked down at the bracelet and sighed.

"I'm sorry…"

"Huh?"

"Cinema…"

Jack looked at the bracelet and sadly smirked and slipped the bracelet on his wrist.

"Yeah, it sucks…guess I'm sick of seeing good people die."

With that, Jack got up, dusted off his pants and left the tent. Kate sadly sat there watching him go. The following morning he visited Sun in her garden asking about her pregnancy. Ever since he spoke with Juliet he was more than a little nervous. After he got up, he starred down at his wrist where the bracelet was.

Last night he had another dream about Cinema. This one was ten times more vivid. Over and over and over again he watched her get shot, blown backwards falling into the water. Next thing he knew, he was back home in his bathroom, a soft white towel wrapped around his waist. He heard water running and when he opened the glass doors Cinema stood there smiling, hair slicked back and dripping wet. When he woke that morning, he knew it was better to block everything from his mind and continue. He had bigger things to worry about. He could no longer help Cinema.

"Jesus, I feel like a truck hit me."

George said starring up at the ceiling of their condo. Laughing, Cinema playfully slapped his arm as she stretched out and sat up, raising her hands above her head. Cocking her head to the side, she laughed completely naked. George had just gotten back from a three day conference meeting up North, and the moment he opened the door Cinema greeted him up jumping into his arms, and knocking his bags out of his arms. Now after a very successful hour of love making, the two laid among their scattered pieces of clothes in the middle of the day, drained, and very comfortable. Cinema reached over, rubbing George's chest before she smiled.

"Okay, I'll go."

George looked up.

"Huh?"

"To Sydney. I talked to work and they said it's fine. I can take a month, I got vacation and sick time saved, besides I can work a little on my laptop over there. I've always wanted to go over there."

"You sure. I mean I'm going to be working 99 percent of the time, I don't want you bored in a hotel room the whole time."

Cinema shook her head.

"No, I won't honestly. I'll explore the city, work on my tan, go to the beach. Who knows, might even find some new tattoo artists."

George laughed.

"Do you think I have some girlfriend over there, living among the dingos?"

It was Cinema's turn to laugh as she raised her eyebrows.

"You you know better than that mister. Nobody steals my man."

George smiled before reaching up and softly cupping her face.

"You sure you wanna come. I mean I miss you like crazy whenever i'm away but you really want to spend a whole month over there?"

"Of course I do. You think you miss me when I'm away…how about me?"

George smiled, continuing rubbing her face.

"How did I get so lucky?"

"Easy…faith."

George had arrived in Fiji shortly after this meeting with Mr. Widmore. He was told exactly where to show up, and to not speak of Cinema, or flight 815 at all.

At first he was hesitant, not believing a word this man said. He had called a week ago, after George had come to terms that he had in fact let Cinema onto that plane, which had crashed. His beautiful young wife. His whole reason for living, his everything gone from the second he let her go at the airport a few months ago. Ever since the first news reports came on that night about the plane missing, and shortly after reports of the crash his entire world which felt so content and happy was turned upside down.

For the past five years, he lived a peaceful, happy life with Cinema. Their marriage was an unexpected surprise, but had given him a new lease on life. For those terrible weeks, he fell into an empty void, a vast abyss where every morning he would wake and still be hit over and over by the terrible reality that his wife was dead. He questioned it, night after night walking in a trance. How could such a thing be possible? How could a plane like that go down? Cinema and him flew all the time? Why did this happen the one time he wasn't with her?

Why did he agree to let her go to Sydney with him? Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. His friends and co-workers were there for him. They tried their hardest to comfort him, show sympathy, and try their hardest to be there for him. He took a leave off from work, slept a lot, drank a lot, and sat completely alone starring off into nothing no longer caring.

There were times where he cried so hard, he would completely break down. He vomited, screamed, cried, and began to ignore calls and knocks at the door. He no longer cared, why would he want to keep going on living when his wife was dead? There wasn't a funeral, not even a memorial. A massive one had been held in the city after the plane was discovered at the bottom of the ocean. George was invited, but didn't go. In fact, he didn't even watch it on the news, or read after of the newspapers covering the story.

Whenever somebody mentioned Cinema, or flight 815 he felt sick to his stomach. Her work had delivered a fruit basket, along with some lovely letters remarking how badly they would miss Cinema, and how sorry they were for his loss. The second George got this, he screamed and threw the basket on the floor, stomping the contents into mush before collapsing onto the floor and curling into a ball crying and shaking. He didn't move any of her things. Her clothes still hung in the closet, still faintly smelling like her. Her side of the bed still made, almost as if it was waiting for her to come back. Her films, books, even her makeup and perfume all exactly where she left it.

In his mind if he even touched one thing, somehow it would become too real. A check came from the airline, along with her life insurance came the other day. George opened and felt sick to his stomach when he saw the massive amount stated in both checks. Flinging them to the side, he half stumbled to the bathroom and starred at his reflection. He hadn't shaven in days. He was losing weight, and dark circles were under his eyes. That's when he took his straight edge razor and held it up. If this was a preview of the rest of his life he wanted nothing to do with it. He couldn't keep going now that Cinema was gone. Thanksgiving had passed, and despite the constant offers from others wanting to invite him over for dinner, he refused lying saying he had plans. Instead he simply sat on his couch, among many bottles of beer, and held one of his wife's scarfs. Sitting there in a drunken trace, he felt silent tears roll down his face as he snapped his eyes shut. "I'm so sorry Cinema…" Now he found himself standing there looking at the razor when the phone rang. Breaking himself out of his trance, he answered it in a horsed voice. It was a man by the name of Widmore, starting he needed him for a job to join a team due to his vast knowledge of communications. When George was about to say he wasn't interested the man spoke six simple words that made his heart freeze in his chest.

"I know where your wife is."

Now he found himself freshly shaven, doing exactly what Widmore had asked him to do. Over the phone, he was told that Widmore knew exactly where she was. That she was on an uncharted island with the other survivors. He said he was the only person that knew where she was, and if George told anyone he would never see his wife again. As crazy as it sounded, as much as George didn't want to believe it…he somehow knew in his heart this was true. Looking down at his wedding band, he gripped the phone tight and said he was in. Widmore told him to back lightly and to arrive at a private airport in eight hours, he gave the directions and informed him again that nobody could know. When George wrote down the directions he felt almost as if he was in a dream.

It couldn't be possible. Still, even if there was a faint flicking change that his Cinema was alive, he wasn't going to screw this up. Quickly he rushed into his bedroom, and packed a small bag. He shaved, and showered quickly, before writing a brief letter to his neighbor Mr. Anderson downstairs. It said he was being called away on work, and had to leave very quickly. He asked if he could use his spare key to feed Checkers, and collect his mail. With that, he hurried to the door, shoving his car keys in his pocket before turning. Looking, he paused for a second looking back inside remembering the wonderful five years he shared with Cinema here. He still remembered the first night he brought her here, and the photo they took together.

Glancing over at the coffee table, he saw that very same photo framed in a frame Cinema had painted herself. Without even thinking he scooped it up and tucked it under his arm. Looking back as he flicked the light off, he somehow knew he would never see his home again. Shutting and locking the door, he tucked the letter to Mr. Anderson in his mailbox and hurried to his jeep. An hour later he was a few miles outside of the city and at the private airport. A man greeted him, not saying much and boarded him onto the private jet. He was the only passenger. Sitting there, staring down at the photo of Cinema and him, he tried to hold into whatever pleasant memories he had. Closing his eyes he waited before they landed. Once he got off, the man who had flown him informed him that he was in Fiji and gave him a large envelope written by Widmore himself. The documents were typed and stated that he would check into a motel at the dock area, there he would meet the rest of the team.

He could give his real name, but no mention whatsoever of Cinema or flight 815. He would simply work as a communication officer, being debriefed by the captain. He would follow orders, stay in good spirits, until he was given further word. The end of the document told George to destroy the letters, which he crumpled up and threw away. Grabbing his bag, he was given by the man on the jet to the motel, where he was allowed to check in. The following morning the met the crew and was told he would be boarding the freighter the following day. He would work as a commutations officer with a man named Brandon. Together they would work the radio room as they went out, sending a chopper on a rescue mission to a near by island. George tried his hardest to act as his happy go lucky self. He met nearly everyone that morning at the docks as they loaded up. Everyone seemed friendly enough. He got talking to Brandon about cards, and the two shared a few good laughs.

When he saw the military men load onto Here he met Naomi, Lapidus, and the others. He shook hands, looked over the crew lists, watched equipment get loaded up, and waited for the engineer. All the meanwhile, his thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. Was the rescue mission to the island where this man claimed Cinema was? He kept his cool, trying to keep himself busy as if this was any other job. He had worked on several ships before for communication jobs, and tried his hardest to pretend this was like any other job. A man walked by, when he smiled.

"Are you our engineer."

"Naw, just the deckhand."

Slipping off his sunglasses, he walked forward.

"Well, we're all equals on this boat…as long as you play decent hold'em. I'm George Minkowski."

The man's eyes flickered for a moment.

"Minkowski?"

George starred at him before smiling and shaking his hand.

"Ah nice to meet you Kevin, all right well why don't you go check in with Naomi over there? And uh, I'll be seeing you. Welcome."

A few hours later he found himself on board, feeling the wind blow against his face as he starred out. It was a beautiful day, and looking out at the vast endless ocean, he tried his hardest to find a little hope. Afterwards, when he was down below working the radios with Brandon, they found there really wasn't much to do. Instead the two played cards, talked baseball, and joked. Brandon was in his late twenties, came from money, and was offered the job about a month ago. He said a guy named Widmore offered it to him through his old work, and he's simply just doing it for the cash.

"What about you? What's your story?"

George shrugged, tossing a tennis ball up and down in his hands.

"Been working communications for the last twenty or so years, pretty much the same as you for the cash."

"Married?"

Brandon motioned towards George's wedding band. Looking, he felt a little caught off guard. He had forgotten to take his ring off when he came on board. In fact, most of the time he forgot he was even wearing it.

"Oh…yeah I was."

Brandon starred at him before George gave a sad smile, using Cinema's middle name.

"Jorden…we were married for almost ten years. She died from breast cancer a few years back."

Brandon dropped his eyes.

"Sorry…"

George waved his hand.

"It's all good. Come on, let's deal some fresh cards…"

A few days later, he received a call for Kevin. Walking, he heard a hammering from his room. Opening the door, he looked in and saw Kevin sitting on his bunk tossing a tennis ball against the wall. Smiling, he motioned to the wall.

"What are you going Nicholson on us?"

"What?"

"You know, Jack Nicholson in The Shinning, when he's bouncing the wall against the wall? Next thing you know you're going to go after your wife with an ax."

He smiled, remembering how much Cinema and him loved watching that movie snuggled up together. Kevin looked at him with a dead man expression before throwing the ball again. Catching it, George smirked.

"Well I'm sorry to interrupt but you got a call."

"A call?"

"Yeah from the mainland. They patched it through the radio room."

"It's gotta be a mistake. Nobody even knows I'm here."

"Well you're the only Kevin Johnson onboard, so somebody knows you're here. Said he really needs to talk to you. His name is Walt."

After George walked Kevin into the radio room, he walked up on deck, it was evening and his head was starting to ache. Brandon was smiling, leaning against the rails.

"Say George, wanna go for a ride?"

Turning, George looked.

"What?"

"Take the boat over to the island, it's a couple of miles away…wanna go check it out."

Turning, George starred and couldn't see a thing but water. Sighing, he wondered if somewhere…out there…his Cinema was waiting for him. Richard waited, he brought Cinema to the temple and now knew there was no turning back. With that, her golden eyes snapped open.