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Summary: In the year 2028, 5 strangers will find out they have more in common then they think, when the cruise ship they are on crashes onto an island.
Lost: The Next Generation
"Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark. – Bryce Courtenay
Ch 4
Dreams
Julian had just gotten off the phone with his mother; he didn't know why he felt like calling her it was almost as if the music told him too. He told her he loved her and said goodbye. Now he was standing in front of the mirror running his hands through hair. The lyrics to song "Downtown" suddenly popped into his head. He tilted his head to the side confused to why. He hadn't heard the song in years. His mother told him it was her sister's favorite song, the sister that disappeared without a trace. The sister that was the reason he existed and the sister who was his namesake, Juliet.
Clementine had tried to ask her mother about her father again and was still shut down for answers. She knew her mother hated him and she knew he never tried to a part of her life. But that didn't stop her from wondering what kind of man he was. When she was eighteen a bank in Albuquerque contacted to her and told her some money was left in her name by someone that wished to remain anonymous. She never told her mother about the money and for some reason she knew it was him. She walked into her room and sat down on the bed. A book fell from the nightstand startling her. She looked down and picked up; she held it in her hands "Watership Down". She picked up at the airport to read on her flight down from New Mexico. She had no idea what the book was about or why she even picked. She never got around to reading it. She looked at it awhile longer then leaned back against the bed and opened the first page.
Ji Yeon walked into her room and smiled at the scent. She had bought a Eucalyptus plant at one of the shops on the ship. She loved the clean fresh smell it gave off. Her grandmother had let her plant a small garden on their property. She took pride in the keeping of the various plants and herbs she grew and even brought some rewards for her family because of it. For some reason she knew her mother had loved plants as well. She didn't remember much else about her; she was only told that she disappeared.
Charlie sat in the arm chair in his room. Thinking about his life and his job. He joined the navy when he was eighteen because he loved the sea; he served for five years when his commander told him about a job on cruise ship. He took it because he wanted some relaxation, but something else drew him to this ship and he didn't know what it was. He thought it would be more exciting because all he did day in and day out was push buttons.
Aaron woke up in a cold sweat he was breathing rapidly. He sat up and looked around his empty room. He was having the dreams again. The dreams of being chased by smoke, the physiatrist his grandmother made him see after he kept waking up screaming. Told him that he had a fear of fire and dying of smoke inhalation. He kept telling him that wasn't it and was told that he needed to face his fears, so he gave up and went through the exercises he told him to go through. It didn't help and he knew it wouldn't, because the smoke that was chasing him didn't suffocate people, it had a mind and it knew what it was doing. It could grab people and toss them in the air like they were rag dolls. Regular smoke couldn't do that so it wasn't just smoke… it was a monster made of smoke. No one believed him when he told them that, he just got laughed at for having a vivid imagination. So he started writing down his dreams. He turned it in at school and his teachers praised him for his fictional stories of people stranded on dangerous island with a smoke monster. That's what made him interested in writing all these stories of people were in his mind their faces were fuzzy but he could feel their emotions. He graduated with a Masters in fine arts-creative writing. He was on his way to publish his stories when this trip came about, so he told his editor to hold off until he was back because he felt like after this trip he could add more to the story. He got dressed and walked outside for some fresh air. He walked over to the railing and looked out at the ocean. Being outside in the fresh air always helped him relax. When he was little he would beg his grandmother to take him to the beach and he would spend hours out there until his grandmother had drag him kicking and screaming back home. He didn't know why he felt more at home on the sand hearing the wave's crash against the beach then he did in his own home. His grandmother often found him sound asleep outside and she always asked him how he could sleep through all the noise.
He looked to the side and saw an African American man leaning against the railing like he was. The man turned to look at him and Aaron nodded his head towards him and the man did the same then went back to staring out in the distance.
Walt smiled to himself, he knew Aaron could feel it too. The island was calling to him. He figured out that their crash wasn't accident the island only takes people that are meant to be there. If you leave, your life will never be complete because it wasn't where you were supposed to be. It was like they were being pulled along on a string and when you resisted the string would make your life vibrate causing all sorts of problems, when you let go the string would relax and lead you on your correct path. The island liked to keep it in the family if your family was connected the island then so were you. It wouldn't be long now; the island could feel that they were near.
