So, as it turned out, Jack had found water and caves. There was sort of a reason people bowed down to him,I guess. It was amazing how the mentality of the survivors(myself included) could be agitated or placated so easily, so quickly. Before water was an issue, we'd stressed out over getting off this rock. But in the post-drought era, the atmosphere around camp was relieved, dare I say even carefree.

Until the Korean guy attacked Michael like a man possessed. He just suddenly tackled him, I thought he was going to kill him. I looked on in horror as Sawyer and Sayid eventually managed to wrest them apart and cuff the Korean to a piece of the plane. Yes, cuff. As in handcuffs. I drew a blank as to where they could've come from, until I remembered the marshal, the gun . . .

Jack came back and basically told us to move into his new caves. It made so much sense. I wanted to get away from the sand, the sun, the sand, the crazy beach brawls, and the sand. Other people were adamant about staying here on the beach, which wasn't just fine by me, it was excellent. If somebody was staying behind to keep the signal fires lit and watch for planes, then I could saunter off to the caves and let them worry about it.

There was one little bullet-point on the 'cons' side of that list, though. Three guesses.

I knew where he'd want to stay, before I asked him. He had his stash here, he had some semblance of a settlement for himself. But I needed to know before I made my decision.

I stood in front of him as he read a book. "You're not going to the caves, are you?"

"Why do you want to know, Thursday?"

I shrugged, a lie. "For real estate purposes."

"You think I'd give my tent up to you? More like to the highest bidder, sweetheart."

"Who says that wouldn't be me?" I bullshitted. "Anyway, how many people are clamouring for this place, anyway? I don't see anyone."

"Well, why do you want it?"

I sighed. "I'm not really big on neighbours. I mean, you've got sort of a private setup here."

"Go with Jack, Cammy. Go settle in a nice little cave, safe and surrounded by safe people." He said. It sounded like he was contrasting between those safe people and himself.

"Do you know whether Kate's staying?"

"Don't think she knows, herself, yet."

"Hmm." I thought aloud.

"Go, Cammy. Go to the caves." His eyes were begging me.

"Why don't you want me around?" I asked, hurt.

"Here's your dumb book." He pulled it out from under his chair and tossed it to me. "Goodbye, Thursday." He redirected his gaze, back to the book he'd been reading. His eyes didn't move across the pages, I could tell he was waiting for me to leave.

When we left the beach that evening, Kate stayed behind. Stayed there on the beach with Sawyer. He'd told me to leave, but I knew he wanted her to stay. I didn't hope they'd be happy here, together. Not that they were together. Not yet. Anyway, I didn't wish them the best. I wished them hell.