Author's Note: This chapter is a little short, but the next one will be longer. Thanks for the reviews everyone, keep them coming!

"I missed my flight. But I guess you know that already."

"You didn't miss it. I know that too," The psychic, Richard Malkin, replied. The morning after Claire and Charlie's argument, well really it was just Claire yelling at him, she had gone back to the psychic who had advised her to go to Los Angeles in the first place. "So you met someone?"

"Yeah, he wasn't...who I thought he was. Anyway, I was hoping you could give me the information for the couple in LA? I decided I want to go through with the adoption."

"I'm afraid the couple has pulled out," Richard told her. "After you missed the flight they worried you were unreliable and they want nothing to do with your baby." Claire sat back in her chair and thought about this.

"I thought you said they were good people? You said they could raise the baby. What do I do now? I can't do this on my own. There's got to be another couple somewhere." Richard sighed after listening to Claire.

"Miss Littleton, there never was a couple in Los Angeles."

"What?" Claire asked, confused. It had seemed fishy, him just giving her plane tickets and money to fly across the world to give her child to people who's names she didn't even know, but she'd gone along with it, so he would stop calling her at all hours telling her that she needed to raise the baby herself.

"You have to raise this baby. Only you. This man that you met. You said he wasn't what you thought he was?"

"Wait, so you knew the plane was going to crash? You were going to kill me and my baby because I was going to give the stupid thing up? You're crazy!"

"Miss Littleton, you don't understand, danger surrounds this child!"

"I'm giving the baby away and you can't stop me." Claire pushed her chair away from the table and got up.

"This man, he can help you raise the baby. He is good."

"What the hell does Charlie have to do with anything? He's not good. He's a liar and a bastard."

"No, he's not." Richard stood up too, locking eyes with Claire. "You weren't going to die in the plane crash. You would have lived, you and Charlie both."

"This is crazy, you are crazy!" Claire stormed out of the psychic's house, slamming the door behind her. What did he know? They said on the news that everyone on the plane was assumed to be dead. There was no way she could have survived that, and even if she had, what were the chances that she could actually give birth there, wherever 'there' was? He was just a deranged old man, trying to make a living by scamming people, she decided. Nothing he said would be true. Still, she had to wonder about some of the things he said. "He is good," He'd said about Charlie.

When Claire finally returned home, she noticed the jar of peanut butter that Charlie had brought over last night sitting on the counter. Peanut butter was her favorite food, and biggest pregnancy craving, which she had told Charlie a day or two after they met. She glanced at her answering machine, which was blinking '5' and hit play. The first three were from Charlie, and they were all pretty much the same. Him begging her to listen, that he kicked drugs for good, and that he hadn't met to hurt her, he was sorry. She hardly listened as she opened the jar and ran her finger along the rim, and ate a nice glob of peanut butter. The next message was from Liam. This surprised her a little bit, so she set the jar down to listen.

"Claire, I know you're upset, and I don't blame you. I've been worried about Charlie lately. He didn't want to get help until you came along. I think you can save him. It was bad before, Claire. Really bad, but he's going to therapy and he's serious about quitting. He's a bloody wreck now that you gave up on him, I'm afraid he might start using again. Please, just think about at least talking to him OK?" The machine cut off there, and started playing the next message, from Claire's friend Rachel. She didn't hear a word Rachel said though, because she was still replaying what Liam said in her mind. "I think you can save him. It was bad, really bad." Claire turned off her answering machine, cutting off Rachel who was in the middle of detailing some concert she'd just been to. She thought of Charlie's band, Driveshaft. Two days ago she'd gone to the record store and found both of their albums in the sale bin, so she'd bought them. They were sitting unopened in her bedroom. She pushed the thought of Charlie out of her head, and turned on the news, which she knew would have something on the plane crash. It was all anyone talked about for the past two days. Today, the topic was a fugitive, who had been wanted for murder and had been on the run for a few years. She'd finally been caught and was being brought back to LA.

Claire tried to keep her mind on the television, but her eyes drifted over to the corner, where the bag of baby stuff she and Karen had bought the day before was sitting. Claire bit her bottom lip and picked up the phone, and dialed a number she hadn't in a long time.

"Hello?" the voice said on the other line.

"Thomas?"