"Jack, I don't want a job. I don't want anything to do with that hatch."

"We can't tell everyone about this Tia. Everyone who already knows needs to help contribute."

"Locke or Kate can take inventory."

"Jack, I haven't slept through a whole night in three days. You made me push that button all night. Can't you just give me, like, a day off?"

Jack chuckles. "Okay. But tomorrow, you've got to start. You know a lot about guns. Someone's got to take inventory of that armory."

As much as I want it too, sleep won't come. And if it does, it's only for small increments of time. Jack has divvied up jobs to everyone who knows about the hatch. Hurley is taking inventory of the food pantry. Sayid is digging under the floor, trying to find a source of power under the bunker. Me? I've been saddled with gun control. There's an armory full of guns off to the side of the living quarters of the hatch. Rifles, pistols, glocks…all types. There's at least twenty, but Jack wants an inventory of all of them, and the ammo. Damn my army skills.

I lay a wet washcloth over my eyes, trying to staunch the headache that won't go away. I've tried to absorb too much information in too short a time.

I just need to sleep.

"Tia?" a voice from above asks me. I remove the towel from my eyes, and her figure is not quite blocking the sun.

"What's up, Claire?" I ask.

Her hands are behind her back. "I was walking on the beach, along the shore, and I found something,"

"What?"

She looks over her shoulder. "This," she says bending down to my level. She removes a bundle of blanket from behind her back and hands it to me. I unwrap the thing.

"What is that?" It's Shannon, with Vincent in tow.

"It's the bottle from the raft," I say. Everyone's notes to family are inside. "We can't tell anyone about this." I grab the blanket and wrap it back up. I hate keeping more secrets and another revelation has pushed my headache into a severe state. Maybe Sun has something in the garden?

Oh my god. "We have to tell Sun," I say. "Her husband could be hurt. She'd kill me if I knew about this and didn't tell her."

"Yeah," Claire agrees. "Maybe she'll know what to do with it."

"Hi, Sun," Claire greets her as she and I walk into the garden with Shannon and Vincent behind us. Shannon has the bottle.

Sun smiles as she sees us approach, but the looks on our faces tell her that this isn't a pleasure visit.

"What's wrong?" she asks us.

"I found something out in the water," Claire tells her, letting Aaron suck on her thumb. "And I told Tia and Shannon about it, and we thought you should know about it.

"It's the messages from the raft," Shannon says as she hands Sun the bottle.

"We thought you should decide what to do," I say.

Sun's face is in shock. I can't imagine what happened that would make the boys on the raft drop the bottle. It was one of the most important things they carried.

"I'm going to bury it," Sun tells us, her voice shaking trying to hold back tears. "No one needs to know about this." I nod as I kneel down beside her, but I stumble and fall to my knees, scraping the left one on a rock, making me wince at the pain.

"Tia, you look exhausted," Shannon says to me.

"Yes, you need to sleep," Sun agrees.

"I can't. Every time I try, this headache just throbs."

Sun moves to a plant and picks off a leaf. She rips it into small pieces and drops them into a water bottle. "Here," she says, handing it to me. "This will take care of the headache. Now you can sleep."

I chug the water and hand the bottle back to her. Shannon helps me to my tent and I feel the headache start to pass. I conk out almost instantly as my head hits the pillow.

I wake up six hours later and the sun is starting to set. Everyone, even the people from the caves are on the beach, gathered around tent fires. I see Shannon outside her tent, feeding Vincent something from her hand. I notice everyone smiling and eating. Did Locke catch another boar?

I sit down beside Shannon. We haven't really talked since Boone's death and I have a feeling I'm in for a long conversation. But as I sit, I notice that what she's feeding Vincent is bread. How did she get bread?

"Hey, there you are," she says as I sit down. "I saved you some stuff. Hurley passed out all kinds of food. I grabbed a little bit of small things for you. I guess I just now realized that I don't know what you like."

She's being really polite. I notice food from the hatch sitting beside her with the DHARMA logo on it. "Shannon, I'm sorry about the guns," I say. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you in a time like that. You were angry, I was angry. It was wrong."

"You know," she says, taking a bite of the bread. "I was so mad at you. You got to say goodbye to him, and I didn't. I was angry that you took him away from me. But you didn't. You made him happy. I don't think I ever saw him happier than when he was with you."

I'm pleased she's telling me this. Everyone wanted to talk about Boone's death, give their condolences, but Shannon is really the only person I wanted to talk about him with.

"You know, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a sister," she says, handing me a candy bar with the word Apollo stamped across it.

"You're being really nice to me," I say, grabbing the candy hesitantly.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," she jokes, nudging me in the shoulder. It's the first time I've seen her smile in four days.

We sit on the beach in front of our fire, joking and sharing our small pile of DHARMA food.

Just like sisters.