I'm lying in my bed, wide awake. For once since this whole nightmare started, I'm not thinking of Alex. I'm thinking of Annie, my precious Annie, who died because of me. I married her when we were younger, when I was young and foolish. She became pregnant, and no where on the island would you find a pair of prouder parents-to-be. But she got sick. Very sick. And she became the first victim of the pregnancy deaths. I never got to meet the child either. So when my daughter, my teenage daughter, subjected to temptations and hormones, started dating Karl, I was very afraid. Afraid that the same fate would befall her, the same end as my mother, Emily faced, and my dear wife, Annie too. I fear for her life now, now that she is with child. Instead of another fruitless night of attempting to sleep, I get up, and walk down the hall, which is lined with pictures, photographs. Most of them are pictures of Alex and I. One is of my parents, the only picture I have of them, which for some strange reason, is still hanging. And there's one more picure: Annie and I as children. Our wedding photo is hidden in the back of my closet. As I'm walking, I hear the front door open. I freeze. "Ben?" Oh. It's Jack. I walk out of the hall and into the light from the moon. "Right here." "You the only one home still?" "Alex is with your people, Jack." He shrugs. "So that's it, then? You give up?" I'm angry, and when I speak, my calm demeanor barely masks my anger. "I always have a plan, Jack." I say coolly. We sit down, and I outline my plan. He's reluctant at first, but when I mention he can see his friends again, he agrees. "Why should I do this Ben?" he sighs. I lean forward. "You and Juliet can go. You can leave, go back to your life." He looks up, and I catch a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "And I'm supposed to believe you because..." This isn't what I want to hear. "Alright, you have my word. " He nods. "You'll let Juliet leave too?" "Yes, Jack, I will." "Fine. When do I leave?" "Preferably now, Jack." I say, handing him his backpack. "There's a gun inside and a map. As he walks out the door, I say. "Remember that I trust you, Jack. Remember." He nods, and as he's walking away, I hear him say. "I know."