Today: November 2007
"There you go," I say, handing the girl her napkin with my signature on it. Really, I'm just a normal person. What would you do with a napkin and my name on it, anyway?
She walks away and my phone goes off. "Hello?"
"Tia," a recognizable voice asks. "Have you read the paper?"
"Sayid," I say, stunned. "Where have you been?"
"I asked you if you've read the paper."
"Yes, I have. I know about Bentham."
"Good. Are you in Sacramento?"
"No, I'm in Los Angeles. I was supposed to meet Sun, but she must have missed her flight."
"Sun will have to wait. Can you get to Santa Rosa Mental Institution?"
"That's where Hurley is."
"I know. Can you get there?"
"I can be there in half an hour."
"I will meet you outside. Do not speak to anyone. Do not let yourself be noticed."
"Why am I doing this, Sayid?"
He hesitates for a moment. "We need to get somewhere safe."
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