I sit in my father's old office, wildly unchanged from the last time I was here, over a year ago.

"He died two weeks ago," Gil says, shuffling through the bookshelf. "We put the Will up here. We had a lawyer look at it to figure out how he wanted to be buried. But we cremated him, spread his ashes on Mom's grave."

I nod my head. "That's good. Good choice."

Gil finds the folder and jumps down. Donny sits on the couch in the corner of the room. He's been sober for over three years. Out of Santa Rosa four months after I left for the army. Gil holds out the folder in front of me. "You want to do it?"

I look at the yellow envelope and wonder what's inside. Nothing would have been left to me. He thought I was dead. That's probably why Gil wanted me to open it. I grab it from him and rip it open. The Last Will and Testament of Donald Fredrick Samuels, Sr.

I read over the will, my eyes widening with every revelation. I hand it to Gil, whose eyes do the same thing. "What the hell?" he asks. Not jealously. Just confused.

"What?" Donny asks, getting up and walking over. Gil hands him the packet. Donny reads and then looks at me. "He left you the company?"

"I'm as shocked as both of you. He thought I was dead. Why would he do this?"

"Here's why," Gil says, holding up the packet. "He wrote this a week after he sent you to Australia. Hasn't changed it."

"So, I own Samuel's Automobile Industries," I say, looking around the office.

"Yeah, and we get stock shares," Donny says, scoffing at the Will.

I laugh sarcastically. "If you want the company, Donny, take it. I never wanted anything to do with this it."

"Neither did I, but I expected him to give it to the three of us and we'd disband it, taking the money."

"That's a plan," I say, looking over the Will. "How many partners did he have invested in the company?"

"You got me, I've been gone for two years," Gil says.

"I've been gone for over a year. Donny?"

"Hey, it's your company, Tee," he says. "Do with it what you will."

Gil had an ultrasound appointment with Sonja and Donny had to get to work. He was working in the kitchen of a restaurant downtown. They left me alone in my father's office. I notice his old bottle of scotch and I pour myself a drink, then disregard it. I will not turn into the person my father was because of this company. I will not gain a Scotch Hand.

I head over to the computer and turn it on. The passwords for the computer are hidden in a small cigar case on the shelf. Dad could never remember his passwords.

My father didn't make cars. He invested in other car companies. Cutting them off could make his partners frustrated, but I open the first folder I find. Paik Heavy Industries. I look for a profile on the owner. Yun-Kim Paik. I look at his picture and recognize him immediately. I saw him yesterday at the Air Force base. Sun's father.

I see another company and a name jumps out at me. Widmore Industries. What the hell? Sun's father and that Charles Widmore bastard who almost ruined my life? My father worked with both of these companies?

I pull my purse over to me and grab a notebook. Inside is Sun's contact information. I grab the phone on my father's desk and call the number. "Annyeong," Sun's voice greets in Korean.

"Sun? It's Tia. Is this a bad time?"

"Tia? No, not at all. How can I help you?"

"I don't know if you heard about my father?"

"I heard you at the press conference. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks. Anyway, I was perusing his company files. Guess who one of his head partners was?"

"Tia, I'm not sure where you're going with this."

"Paik Heavy Industries."

"Excuse me?"

"Your father and my father were business partners."

Sun hesitates for a moment. "Tia, you need to leave that partnership."

"My brothers and I are disbanding the company. Don't worry about it."

"Then why did you call me?"

"Because there's another thing. Another partner of theirs was Charles Widmore."

She pauses. "Tia, please do me a favor. Do not disband your father's company."

"Um, why?"

"Because I think we should be business partners. I've been thinking of taking over my father's company. It is highly linked to crime all over Korea and other parts of the world, including California."

"So, you're going to take over your father's car company. How?"

"With the settlement we get from Oceanic. Please, just don't shut down the company. Keep it going. I have to go, but I think this will work."

"But what about Widmore?" I ask her. "What are we going to do about that?"

"I'll handle it. Just keep your father's company afloat."

She hangs up without a goodbye and I'm thoroughly confused. I don't know how to run this company.

Then it hits me. Hunter Burrows, my father's right hand man. He basically ran this company before Dad's death. Why can't he handle it now?

I stand outside the front door of the large house and find it much more difficult to push the doorbell than I thought it would. But I grit my teeth and force my arm to move and the ding-dong sounds behind the door.

A Hispanic woman opens the door. "May I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for Sabrina Carlyle?"

Her eyes scan me and I see the realization cover her face. "Please come in," she says. I walk inside to a grand foyer. The woman leaves. A few seconds later an older woman with blonde hair comes out of a back room. She looks at me and I see the realization course over her face. "You," she says.

"Me?"

"You're one of the Oceanic Seven."

I stand in the foyer, Sabrina looking over me. "My name is Tia Samuels."

"I know who you are. Your face is plastered all over every news station and paper in the world. I figured one of you would come to see me, but I was hoping it was you."

"Why me?"

"You knew my son, Boone. And judging by the necklace you're wearing, you knew him pretty well."

I instinctively grab the talisman of the necklace. "Did you see it on television?" I ask her.

"Yes. Would you like to sit down," she offers. I nod and follow her into a living room with large windows and white couches.

"Ms. Samuels, I'm not going to act like I understand why you're here, so would you mind explaining it to me."

"I'm not really sure," I tell her. I look around the big house. "Is this where Boone and Shannon grew up?" I ask.

"You know about Shannon?" Sabrina asks.

"Um, Boone would talk about her. He cared about her very much."

"A little too much if you ask me. I did my best to put a stop to it."

"I don't follow."

"Do you know why they were in Sydney?"

"Boone said he was helping Shannon out of a bad relationship."

"He was watching her make mistakes. Time and time again he helped her get out of those 'bad relationships'. And it wasn't because he was an over protective brother."

"Mrs. Carlyle—,"

"Why are you here, Ms. Samuels?" Sabrina asks. "Are you looking for something? My approval?"

"I'm here because it seemed right. I'm here because as much as your son resented you, he still loved you and I thought you'd like to know that. I wanted you to know that I cared deeply about your son. I loved him, Mrs. Carlyle."

She looks at me, contemplating her next words. "I knew your mother," she says.

"Excuse me?"

"Your mother, Eliza. I planned her wedding."

"How is that possible?" I ask, thinking about Mr. Paik and Charles Widmore, my connections to people I had never realized until the Island.

"You knew Boone too. You were three, he was two. Shannon wasn't in the picture yet. I didn't marry her father until she was eight." Sabrina walks over to a cabinet against the wall and pulls out a photo album. She brings it back to her spot on the couch across from me, flips through it, and pulls out a picture, handing it to me.

It's me at three years old, my curly hair like a mop on top of my head. And a baby boy. If the photo was in color, I know that baby's eyes would shine a bright blue. "My parents never mentioned you," I say.

"Oh, your father never liked me much. He gave me my first loan to start up my business. When I paid him back, he wanted more compensation and a higher interest then we discussed. We stopped talking after your younger brother was born." I stare at the photo in silence. "Now, what is it you really came here for, Ms. Samuels?"

"I guess…I came here for closure. I needed some closure that I never got."

"And did you find it?"

I smile, looking at the photograph. "Yes, I think I did." I stand and start to hand it back.

"Oh, no. You keep that," Sabrina says. "I never look at it anyway."

She leads me out of the living room and back into the foyer. For the first time I notice a large photograph on the wall. Boone's face smiles at me from behind the glass of the frame, those blue eyes that I thought I'd never see again looking right at me.

And for the first time since his death, I think I may be alright. I have my brothers, a new sister, and soon I'll have a niece or nephew. I'm going to be okay.