For being stranded on an island, I sleep well that night. I wake up to find it's around mid-morning and that Sawyer is nowhere to be found. Oh well, I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later.

I sit up and no sooner afterward do I see a group of people sitting, talking to each other: a black guy and what appears to be his son, Charlie, the girl who was screaming, the guy who was giving CPR during the crash, and the Arab man. I decide that I have nothing better to do, so I go over and sit down next to Charlie.

I must've walked in halfway through a conversation because the first thing I hear is the black guy saying, "Whatever it was, it wasn't natural." He's talking about that thing we heard ripping down the trees.

I feel a pang in my stomach as he says this. Just because he's never seen something like it before doesn't mean it's bad or unnatural. It's just different. And this isn't even our island, so where does he get off deciding what's good and bad here?

I try to calm myself down and tell myself to enjoy what I have here. I like this place, it's different, it's mysterious. No need to ruin my good time by jumping in defense to what one person says.

I look over as Hurley comes over and sits down beside me, addressing everyone in the circle. "So, I was just looking inside the fuselage… It's pretty grim in there." I like how he states the obvious. "Do you think we should do something about the… B-O-D-Y-S?" he continues, his eyes shifting to the young boy.

Everyone in the group looks confused until the black guy asks, "What're you spelling', man? Bodies?"

"B-O-D-I-E-S," corrects the kid. I laugh a little on the inside. I like these people; I like this island. We're sitting here talking about dead bodies, all of us having just been through a trauma, and yet I feel good inside.

"That sounds like a good idea," says the Arab man, responding to Hurley's question.

"No," the blonde, screaming girl interjects. "They'll deal with it when they get here." Again, I pray that rescue doesn't come for a while. I don't know about everyone else, but I'm content here.

We all look up as we see Jack come over and announce, "I'm gonna go out and look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team." Great, I think to myself sarcastically. The last thing I need right now is to have someone help the rescue team find us. I just need to be here right now. I don't want to go home.

Jack now turns to the guy who had been giving CPR during the crash and says, "You're gonna need to keep and eye on the wounded…."

The rest of Jack's instructions become jumbled because right then I hear the whispering start again. All around me it sounds like people are just out of reach, communicating to one another. Again, I can't make out what they say. I look around to be sure that I can't see the source of the whispers, and, like before, everyone is going about their business like nothing is happening.

Hurley must see that something is wrong because he turns to me and says, "You okay? You look a little pale." As he says this, the whispers stop and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fine," I say to Hurley. I don't want him to think I'm insane, so I don't say anything. Not until I figure out what's going on.

I try to get back into the conversation. Jack is about to stand up and leave when Charlie gets up and says, "I'll come with. I want to help." Odd. Charlie doesn't seem like the type to go wandering through the jungle with that thing out there.

"No, I don't need anymore help," counters Jack. Sounds like he doesn't want to be responsible should anything happen to Charlie.

"No, it's cool. I don't really feel like standing still so…"Jack doesn't have a response for this although he looks like he wants to say something. "Excellent," says Charlie as he walks away with Jack.

I wonder why he's so eager to go. Is there something he wants to find in the cockpit? Something he lost? Something he promised to give back to someone when he next saw them?My mind starts to drift back to my necklace and I decide that I'm going to spend the day looking for it. It's not like I have anything else to do any way.

I quietly excuse myself from the conversation and head in the direction of the area where I woke up during the crash. I'm determined to find my necklace, even if it means searching the whole island. I dig through the sand for about fifteen minutes before deciding that it's not there. This does not discourage me. After all, if it were here, I would've seen it during the crash.

I get up and begin looking through the wreckage, asking anyone I meet if they've seen my necklace anywhere. Most of the people just look at me as though I should be worrying about more important things instead of a silly necklace, but others insist they'll keep an eye out for it. One of these people is Claire, the pregnant lady. She's nice and seems like she actually will keep any eye out for it. I would like to stay and talk to her longer, but afternoon is setting in and I want to search as much as possible before it starts getting dark.

I'm only able to look around for about another hour, through the wreckage, in the sand, through some luggage, before it starts to rain. No, not rain. Torrential down pour.

Everyone runs for cover under anything that will shelter them. I want to keep looking but in a matter of minutes, everything becomes saturated and there's no point anymore.

I quickly run under the fallen wing from the plane where I see Claire trying to keep dry. Her and her baby appear to be fine which is good.

I look around to make sure everyone has been able to find shelter. That's when I see a bald man sitting in the middle of the pouring rain, looking up at the sky. He's smiling as though enjoying himself, and, for a brief second, I wish I were out in the rain with him. I mean, it's just rain. Its not like it can kill you, and besides, I can use a shower.

Suddenly, I jump in shock as more trees get ripped from the ground and the strange noises sound again. What is this place? What is this island? Where the hell are we?

"There it is again," Claire says behind me.

My mind suddenly races with thoughts of Jack and Charlie. Are they okay? What's going on out there? Are they safe? Can they see what it is? My heart lurches as I think of what would happen to them if they came in contact with it. I pray they make it back safely.

After about a half hour the rain stops. Not just tapers off. Stops, as thought the whole island was quickly shielded by a giant umbrella. This place gets more mysterious every second.

I quickly go back to searching for my necklace. I make sure every inch of the beach as been looked over before I head for the ocean. I mostly stay in the shallows, trying as best I can to see through the water. I move my feet around, hoping to feel it, but that does no good either. I don't want to admit it, but I'm beginning to believe it's gone forever.

I try desperately to push these thoughts out of my head, but they keep coming back. I need something to distract me, something, anything that will take my mind off of my necklace.

Now I hear it: shouts coming from the beach. I clamor out of the ocean and head toward the voices.

As I race up the beach, I see everyone in the camp encircling two people. I make my way into the circle, and in the middle I see Sawyer and the Arab man going at each other. The black guy from earlier this morning is trying (half-assed, I might add) to break them up. "Hey guys, come on. Hey." Both of them ignore him completely.

Sawyer swings for the Arab's face but the Arab man ducks and punches Sawyer in the gut. Sawyer falls to the ground pretending to be hurt, but then immediately comes back up, throwing sand in the Arab man's face. As the Arab guy turns away to block the sand, Sawyer jumps on him, pins him to the ground, and starts punching him in the face.

I can't stand this; it's too much. I don't care what the Arab man did; he doesn't deserve this. I thrust my way into the middle of the circle, intending to pull Sawyer off, but at the same time, Jack bursts in and grabs hold of Sawyer saying, "Hey! Break it up! Break it up! Get off!"

Sawyer struggles to get back at the Arab man, but I run over and help Jack restrain him. Likewise, the black guy goes to hold back the Arab man. Neither one can get to the other, but both are yelling insults.

I look around and everyone looks just as confused as I feel. What the hell made these two go at it like that?

Eventually, the Arab man makes light of what's going on. "Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!"

I let go of Sawyer for he's no longer trying to attack the Arab man, but I keep an eye on him nonetheless. I'm not going to let him hurt this guy. I don't care how young or childish people think I am. They'll see I can handle myself.

"What's going on?" Jack asks, putting himself between Sawyer and the Arab man.

"Look, my kid found these in the jungle," says the black guy, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and handing them to Jack. My stomach lurches. Was there a prisoner on the plane with us? Could it really be Sawyer or the Arab guy? But they both don't seem like the prisoner type. Well, Sawyer, maybe. But I don't think so.

"And this guy," says Sawyer, pointing to the Arab man, "was sitting in the back row of business class the whole flight, never got up. Hands folded underneath the blanket. And for some reason, just pointing this out, the guy I saw next to him didn't make it."

They start to shout at each other again and I see Sawyer edge toward the Arab man. I rush forward and grab both of Sawyer's arms, holding him back, just as they both try to lunge toward each other.

"Come on! Bring it!" shouts Sawyer.

"Stop!" A dark haired woman steps into the circle. Her shout is enough to shut them both up and I feel Sawyer give up on his attack. I don't let go, however. I'm not going to let him near the Arab man.

Everyone turns their attention to the dark haired girl. She waits until things have calmed down before continuing. "We found the transceiver but it's not working. Can anybody help?" I guess she went with Charlie and Jack to the cockpit. At least they're back all right.

There's silence for a few moments before the Arab man speaks up, "Yes, I might be able to." He steps forward to take the transceiver from the dark haired lady.

Sawyer must be begging for a fight because he starts in again. "Oh, great! Perfect! Let's trust this guy."

I'm close to kneeing Sawyer in the crotch just to shut him up. I've heard enough for one day.

"Hey, we're all in this together, man. Let's treat each other with a little respect," Hurley pipes up from the surrounding group of people.

"Shut up, lardo!" Sawyer retorts back. That's it. Sawyer's pissed me off and that's not the easiest thing to do. I try to force it all out of me and just calm down.

"Hey!" Jack steps up to Sawyer. "Give it a break."

Sawyer must not be able to think of anything to say because his next comment isn't as bad as his others. "Whatever you say, doc. You're the hero." He pulls out of my grip but not before I kick him in the back of the leg. It's not hard enough to bring him down, but I'm sure he'll have a bruise later.

He gives me a dirty look and stalks off. I take a deep breath and try to focus on what's going on. I can't. I wait until the conversation is over and everyone disperses before getting back to what I need to do, find my necklace. The last place for me to look is in the jungle.

I don't plan on going all the way in; just on the outskirts. I spend the next hour and a half sorting through leaves and bushes, climbing trees to look in the branches, digging through the dirt. It's not here. It's not anywhere. I break down and start sobbing in the middle of the dirt. I can't believe I've lost it. I promised him. I promised him I'd give it back when he came home. I told him I'd keep it safe. I absolutely need it back. I'll die without it. It's the only part of my family, the only thing I have left.

I hear someone coming. I quickly wipe away my tears and try to look calm as the Arab man, the dark haired girl, Charlie, the screaming girl, and the CPR guy come walking through the jungle toward me. Everyone stays back as the Arab guy comes over to me and keels down. "Lenny, what're you doing out here?"

"I'm trying to find my necklace," I reply. I try to hold it back but a tear slides down my cheek.

"We'll keep a look out for it," he says, "but right now you should go back to camp and rest."

"No, I can't go back," I say, wiping away the stray tear. "Not yet. There's too much stuff going on." I look over at the group of people. "Let me come with you."

He smiles slightly. "You don't even know where we're going." I can tell that's his way of saying "you're too young."

"So?" I ask. "It doesn't matter. Back home I used to be the best rock climber in the county. If you're going on a hike through the jungle, you're going to need someone who can tell you where to climb and where not to climb." I avoid the tiny detail that I haven't rock climbed in three years. I'm a little rusty, but nothing major.

"He lets this argument sink in for a second, then says, "I suppose it's alright. There are worse people who could come I suppose." I sure he's thinking of Sawyer.

He stands up and offers me his hand to help me up. "Sayid," he says, formerly introducing himself.

"Lenny," I say, taking his hand and standing up.

"Nice to meet you, Lenny," says Sayid, walking back over toward the group of people.

I see him go up to the dark haired girl and say, "Kate, Lenny will be joining us."

She gives him a disbelieving look and whispers, "Are you sure?" Damn it! Just because I'm seventeen years old years old doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing anything!

"She's experienced in things most of us are not," Sayid explains. I'm thankful he's allowing me to come. I can use the fresh air, to help clear my head.

Kate doesn't argue with Sayid anymore, just plows on with the hike. I fall instep beside Charlie, glad to see a familiar face.

"Where are we going?" I ask him quietly. I don't want the others to know I'm absolutely clueless.

"I'm not too sure, but I think it's got something to do with that transceiver thing," he explains.

I look over at Sayid and see that he's holding what looks like a complicated walkie-talkie. I guess he was able to get the transceiver working after all. I smile, thinking of how Sawyer was wrong when he said we shouldn't trust Sayid. Stupid bastard.

I feel someone brush up against my arm, and, as I look over expecting to see the screaming girl, lo and behold, speak of the devil, I see Sawyer. He keeps walking, past me and past Kate, bumping into her as he passes.

"You decided to join us," she says to him.

"I'm a complex guy, sweetheart," he retorts back at her. I see Kate and Sayid exchange an annoyed look.

I take a deep breath in and release it in a quiet sigh. We plow on.