If you even remember the other chapters, here's a new one for you. There will probably be only one more after this. Sorry Elyad, for the wait.

There was silence all around the freshly dug grave. Ana stared into Libby's calm, lifeless face as the guys started filling the hole up with sand. She looked up after a while and saw Hurley, looking down into the grave just as she was. And then there was Michael, who'd been shot himself, but lived.

Ana couldn't stand the quiet of the funeral and she walked away, towards the ocean. She splashed water in her face to see if she was dreaming. Libby had been like a best friend to her on the other side of the island. Now she was killed.

Killed by that man in the hatch.

Killed by that same man who Ana was going to kill earlier that day.

Why did Ana listen to Shannon? Shannon had told her to leave, that she'd regret killing Henry. Now she regretted not killing Henry. She could have stopped her death. She could have stopped his escape.

She walked back up to the funeral where Shannon was placing flowers on the grave. "You," was all Ana could say. Shannon looked confused. "You told me to come back."

Shannon still looked confused as they both began walking away from the crowd of the funeral, so their conversation would not disturb the peace. "What are you talking about?"

Ana found that it was hard to speak. With another glance at Libby's grave, she said, "You told me to come back to the beach when I was trying to go to the Hatch."

Shannon immediately understood. "Yeah, I know. I-,"

"I could have stopped him," Ana interrupted. She looked like she was speaking to herself and not to Shannon. "If I had just toughened up and killed him, then Libby would still be here."

There was a moment of silence. "Maybe not," Shannon replied.

"Maybe not?" Ana questioned.

"Yeah," Shannon shrugged. "What if when you got down there, he had already shot her, and then he shot you too?"

"What are the odds of that?" Ana said. About ten minutes after Ana and Shannon had arrived back at the beach, Michael came running out of the jungle with a bleeding arm, saying how the prisoner escaped and Libby was dead. So if the timing was exact, then yeah, Shannon could be right.

She shrugged again. "It's possible. Ask Michael, he was there, he would know."

Ana did just that. She turned around and asked Michael, who was answering just as Shannon came up to listen.

"No way, man. I walked in and she was already on the floor. Then he shot me," Michael answered. So maybe Shannon was right. "He was practically out the door already. And I heard Libby in the other room. I could tell she was dying, and I couldn't just leave her. I knew where Jack kept the meds and I tried to help. But I…I'm not a doctor," he finished.

Ana nodded. "I understand." She couldn't have stopped it. She would have probably gotten hurt herself, like Shannon said.

What would have happened:

"I didn't kill you, because you didn't deserve it," Ana answered, before turning around and heading for the Hatch once again. But Shannon kept following her.

"Please! Ana, don't do this!" Shannon was begging now, but Ana kept walking faster. She pulled open the door of the Hatch just as a gunshot went off.

Ana looked at Shannon in surprise. She looked scared. They both ran down the hallway, looking for where the gunshot had come from just as there was another shot.

They found Henry, out of his cell, and Michael taking away the gun from his arm. Libby was on the ground, bleeding from a bullet wound.

Ana whipped out her own gun, but it was too late. They had both been spotted. Ana heard the loud gunshot and felt a horrible pain in her chest like she had years ago when she lost her child.

And the last thing she heard was another gunshot and Shannon's scream. And the last thing she saw was Shannon falling to the ground beside her.

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Michael stood in the silent funeral, watching as the three women he killed were buried.

Jack slowly watched Ana-Lucia's peaceful face as the grave was filled, swearing revenge on these Others who just wouldn't leave their people alone.

Hurley didn't understand why Libby had died. She had gone to the Hatch to get the blankets. He wished it were him instead who had gone for the blankets while Libby went for the drinks.

Sayid's eyes burned with tears. He had been so afraid when she was shot before, and was so thankful when she lived miraculously. He couldn't see why she was given another chance at life just to have it taken away again.

"I know you think you could have stopped it, but it might be better this way," Shannon was telling Ana, who nodded slowly. She felt like she was going to be sick. "I'm sorry, you know. Libby was a great person."

"Yeah," was all Ana could say as she stared out onto the horizon, wondering how the sunset over the water could look so lovely on such a sad day.

Short chapter? Again? Oh well. I really liked writing what would have happened. R/R please!