Nearly a half an hour later Kate found herself sitting on the edge of the bed and finishing dressing. She couldn't believe there was a whole trunk full of clothes her own size. Most of them were simple neutral colors but seemed to fit perfectly. Once with them on she felt better, she felt exposed in front of Richard.

Richard meanwhile sat across from her at what looked to be an old fashion wooden desk. He was slipping on boots and watching her.

Kate looked out at the opening of the tent and saw the beautiful crystal clear ocean. Somehow it never looked so pretty before. Finally she looked back at him, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes.

"What did you mean this happens sometimes…that I get confused?"

Richard looked at her.

"Sometimes you just wake up, or go into a trance and when you break out of it you can't seem to remember anything. You don't know me or how you got here."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Only a couple of times, doesn't last long though."

Kate sat there, she couldn't believe it.

"Richard?"

He looked at her.

"I have something to tell you…something I don't even think you'll believe. I know for a fact it wasn't a dream or anything like that."

Richard folded his arms and listened before Kate took a deep breath.

"Do you remember the bomb?"

Richard's expression changed right away.

"What?"

"The bomb…in the 1950's I heard you were told to bury it…did that happen?"

"How did you…"

"Richard…all I remember is that I didn't fall from the chopper. We were rescues… six of us. Jack, Sun, Sayid, Hurley, Aaron…Claire's baby, and me."

"Kate what are you talking about?"

"Let me talk…Desmond was also rescued, and the person who found us was a woman named Penny Widmore. Desmond stayed with her and we returned home…they called us the Oceanic 6. We all lied about the crash…and of the island because right after leaving it there was a bright light and it disappeared…"

"Kate stop this…"

"We all lived this lie for three whole years before Locke came back and told every single one of us that we had to come back…that the island was doing something…that it kept jumping back in different time periods…finally it stopped in 1977. That's when all of us returned and horrible things started happening. I met you…when Ben Linus was shot as a child. You told me he could never be the same if I let you heal him. Then the bomb happened…"

Richard then suddenly stood up, his eyes almost angry.

"Kate, you're not making any sense…"

"But it happened…back home I had that baby, it was Desmond's and I named her Sydney. I raised her and Aaron…and…"

"Stop!"

Kate looked up at him after he snapped. Right away he shook his head and sat down beside her. His hand gently touching hers.

"Kate…you need to listen. None of that happened. It was all a dream."

"But…"

"You were thrown from the chopper. You told me you hit the water so hard you almost blacked out. You told me as you fell you heard Jack and Desmond screaming, mostly likely trying to jump after you before someone held them back. You didn't remember anything else…only floating under the water and finally washing up on shore."

"But the main camp…somebody must of…"

Richard shook his head.

"I found you myself, you were bleeding badly. I took you back and helped you. When you awoke you demanded to be taken back to your camp but nobody was there…only broken tents."

"We searched…I mean we looked?"

"Everywhere…and I know this island like the back of my hand. I've spent many years here if you forgot."

Kate felt herself shaking.

"You decided finally that there wasn't anywhere else to go so you joined us. Just last year we got married…and we've been together since."

Kate fought back tears, she wouldn't let herself cry…she wouldn't.

"But…Jack said if he blew the bomb up none of this would of happened. We would wake up in Los Angeles and the crash would of never happened…we threw it down where the hatch was going to be and…"

Richard shook his head.

"Kate, I've heard plenty of strange things…but that could of never happened. There wouldn't even be an island…"

"But…"

"Time travel? You can't be serious that you were really in 1977..."

"But I even saw you…"

Richard touched the side of her face.

"It's okay Kate, it was just a dream…

Kate lowered her head, looking at her hands.

"But…"

"I can take you to the old camps if you don't believe me…there's nothing."

Kate looked up.

"And…it's been three years?"

Richard nodded before taking her hand.

"It's okay…you just get this way sometimes…come on."

Standing with him, Kate looked around, tears starting to string her eyes. Had it really all been some awful dream? No…it couldn't have. She knew this.

But…what if this was what the bomb was supposed to do. Maybe this is where she was supposed to go.

Thinking of Sydney, her heart ached.

They never tried to find her. She thought. Almost as if Richard was reading her thoughts his arm slipped around her waist.

"Come on, let me show you…"

Being lead out into the sunlight seemed blinding, Kate took a few seconds to have her eyes adjust to the light. She saw at least thirteen other tents surrounding the beach. There were the Others, all walking about. Some with fishing poles, some sitting around small camp fires during this early morning.

Richard's grip tightened on Kate as he lead her down the beach. Her bare feet dug into the warm sand. A few people passing by waved and said hello to Richard and her. Finally they stopped and Richard motioned around the small camp.

"This is our home…well one of them."

"What year is it?"

"It's 2009..."

Kate stood beside Richard feeling lonely and scared. More people past by, even a woman with two other men and smiled.

"Morning Kate."

Kate seemed taken back as they past by still smiling. Everyone seemed so friendly, so welcoming. Had this really been her home this entire time?

"Come on…let me take you somewhere, it might jog your memory."

Taking Kate's hand they disappeared into the jungle. Following him, Kate walked slowly looking around. It seemed as though she spent a lifetime in this jungle. After about fifteen minutes Richard finally stopped and pointed.

The black rock, vines and overgrowth covering most of it.

"How I originally came here…also where we got married."

Kate looked at it with wonder.

"You…came from the black rock?"

Richard nodded leading her towards it.

"How old are you then?"

Richard looked at her and smirked.

"It's rude to ask a gentlemen is true age…anyways you all ready know that."

Kate looked at him puzzled before he lead her in an opening. The air seemed time times thicker and musky. They stood in it's coolness as Richard made her look around. She saw dried up and crumpling flowers everywhere.

"From our wedding…it was your idea to have it here."

Kate walked around, her eyes on the verge of tears as she looked.

"It's really true isn't it? I've been living with you guys this entire time?"

She turned watching Richard nod.

"But Richard…I swear everything I told you really happened. I know it! Maybe the bomb…"

"Kate…come on…"

He offered his hand and she slowly took it.

Walking back to the beach, Kate remembered the time Boone appeared to her in the jungle, telling her about making her own choice with Desmond. Walking with Richard, she felt scared. How on Earth did this happen? How could three years of her life we replaced with something she was being told was a complete dream? Was he lying? Did the bomb really make this happen? Or was it all true. Was everyone really gone and she had stayed.

Had she made this choice?

They reached the beach again, a warm breeze blowing through the air. Richard squeezed her hand tighter as they stared at the ocean. Finally he turned towards her and brushed a few pieces of her hair away from her eyes.

"You okay?"

Kate took a deep breath looking at his dark eyes.

"I don't know…I remember the past three years, but they weren't here."

"It will come back to you…don't worry."

He picked up her hand and kissed it.

"Am I really married to you?"

Richard laughed.

"I'm afraid so…come on let's get under some shade."

The two of them reached a smaller tent in which had a few chairs and tables. On one of the tables seemed to be a small model ship of the black rock and a glass bottle. Richard offered Kate something to eat but she shook her head. She felt horrible right now. Having her sit back in the very comfortable chair, he told her to just lay back and relax. Kate did so, while watching Richard with uneasy eyes.

Maybe she could run…go back to where she thought her friends were. Maybe the bomb had worked and everyone was in different places?

Richard, who was dressed in a navy blue button down shirt pulled a stool up to the table and put on a pair of glasses. Slowly he began to work on the boat while Kate watched.

We do this…every morning.

Kate thought as a memory started to slowly come back.

Yes, he works on these models while I sit back reading or having tea. We talk, but mostly listen to the morning wind. We do this every morning…

Looking at Richard, she felt suddenly very comfortable. Very at ease and relaxed. She knew she had done this before.

Watching him work, Kate's eyes studied him. Was this really her husband?

Looking at him, she had a completely different wave of emotions that she did with Jack, Sawyer…or most of all Desmond. Somehow this felt…right…

"Morning all."

Kate froze as the voice approached the tent, she knew that voice. Richard took his glasses off and looked up.

Locke stood in the opening, hands on his hips smiling.

"Isn't it a beautiful morning?"

Kate's eyes widened and she wanted to scream.

Locke then looked down and winked at Kate.