-You wanted to talk about something this morning, right? - Jack asks during their drive home after work.

Yes, she did. But what should she say? Should she tell him the truth, after what happened at the police station? Maybe it will help him remember? Maybe she has to give him a choice; let him choose, himself how to live.

-Yes, I want to talk. It has to do with what has been happening to me the last few days.-

She sees the confusion in his eyes. Asking Rachel for help, he probably did not think he would have to discuss it himself.

They are silent the rest of the way home and only after sitting on the couch in the living room, they finally start the conversation.

She tries to find the right words. Finally, she shakes her head, giving up on attempts to find the appropriate wording.

-A week ago strange things began happening to me. I ... I got memories from another life.-

She sees his shocked expression. Probably he thinks she's going crazy.

-Wait, I know how it sounds. At first I myself thought I was going mad. But then I started meeting people I'd seen in those memoirs. It was then that I believed them. You know, it's such a strange feeling when you see a man who you should not know, but you know him.-

Jack lowers his eyes. Damn, she really made a mistake and he did not feel anything when he saw Kate this morning.

-Tell me about these people-he says and she doesn't understand whether he believes her or not.

-For the first time this has happened, I was at the police station.-

-Was it when you went there alone? – There is a light of understanding in his eyes.

-Yes. The detectives involved in our case... I remember them, I knew them before.-

Jack sighs and takes her hand.

-Listen. I think it's easier to figure out than you thought. It's all because of the stress. Your subconscious is playing a trick on. Nothing more.-

She wanted to protest, but he continued.

-Think to yourself, "Why do these people appear to be detectives"? Most likely you're just thinking too much about the burglary. That's why you saw them.-

That's logical! She would probably say the same thing if she hadn't remembered everything so clearly.

-It wasn't just the detectives. I remembered you and that woman we saw at the police station.-

Jack stops.

-Kate Austen. Don't tell me that she didn't seem familiar to you. -

-She did- Jack accepts. - But I think I just saw her in the news. We both saw her.-

Juliet sighs, she didn't expect it to be so difficult, but he is a man of science, after all.

-No, Jack. This feeling has nothing to do with the stories in the news and you know that. You just don't want to admit it. I understand this isn't easy. I myself did not believe it at first.-

She looks into his eyes.

-I know that you don't believe, but please try to. At least for me. Try to remember what you felt when you looked at that woman.-

Jack frowns, he clearly doesn't like what is happening, but he gives up under her pleading look.

-Fine. If this is so important to you, I'll do it-

He leans back and closes his eyes. She is sure that he actually tries to remember all his feelings, instead of just pretending to do that. This is the same Jack she knew on the Island.

-We were sitting there and I thought, why the hell it was necessary to ask us to come quickly, if they were busy? I thought about how many cases were waiting for me in the hospital, while I was sitting there.-

He says, trying to return to a few hours ago.

-A few more minutes and I'm going to break into his office myself. He thinks just because he is a detective now, he can do anything he wants. And then the door opens and I see her. She is so beautiful but so sad. I look into her eyes, unable to look away when she passes by. She's with him. She's with him again. She leaves and ... That's all. Then we went with the detective to the Property Room.-He opens his eyes and blinks frequently, trying to come back to reality.

-Is that enough for you?- He asks, like he had not realized yet what he had just said.

She nods and smiles. He remembers.

-Why are you smiling? -

-Because I'm no longer alone. You remember too.-

-What?-He looks at her puzzled, and then his own words finally sink in.

-She's with him again. - He whispers, stunned.

-But how is this possible?- He looks at her asking for answers.-I don't even know her.-

-You know her. - She looks at him.-You have to remember. We were on the Island. You decide to detonate a hydrogen bomb. And here we are. Although I think that we should not have remembered.-

He stays still and she sees the whole gamut of emotions played out across his face. Tension, surprise, shock, recognition, and finally the pain.

-I ... I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you-he whispers.

-Everything's fine now-she takes his hand.-After all we are here, you managed to get all of us off the Island.-