"It's been four days," Sun says. I'm standing on the beach with her and Claire, doing laundry. I can't help but feel slightly annoyed with Sun. I know there's a chance something bad will happen, but while there's a chance Jin is still alive, she still has more than I do.
"You know, that's not that long," Claire says. "They said it could take up to two weeks to find a current. I mean, Michael knew what he was doing. I doubt anything would have—,"
Sun exclaims something in Korean that makes me look up. She starts digging in the sand.
"Sun, what wrong?" I ask.
"My wedding ring. It's gone."
"It can't have gone far," Claire tells her.
"It's probably at your tent," I say, kneeling down beside her. "Don't worry Sun, you'll find it."
She smiles, but doesn't look optimistic.
I really hat this place. The hatch is cold and damp and the alarm goes off every hour and a half. I'm finally doing the gun inventory like Jack asked. I'm a gun enthusiast. When my mom died, I took it up as a hobby, much to my father's dismay. It's not that I like guns, I just like knowing what they are and how they work. It was one of the reasons the army seemed like a good fit for me. Little did I know that medics only carried one assault rifle. A boring little tool. It's nothing compared to what's in the hatch.
We have five from the original six that were carried by the marshal on the plane. One is with the crew on the raft. One that Locke took from the drug smugglers in the jungle. That's with Sayid. There are a few basic hand guns. In the armory I've inventoried a Tokarev and a Makarov, both manufactured by the Soviet Union. A few glocks, some SIGs, a colt, two AKM rifles…basically we have a lot of new guns now. Eighteen total.
The alarm for the button sounds in the other room. I get up to go punch in the numbers, but someone has beaten me to it. Locke is sitting in the chair and smiles at me as he presses execute.
"Hello," he greets. I nod, but I don't say anything. "I was hoping you and I could talk?" he asks, gesturing to the living area.
"I don't think so," I say, turning around back to the armory.
"Please, Tia. There's so much I have to say."
I roll my eyes. "Fine," I say, walking to the sofa in the living room.
He sits in the armchair next to me. "I know I've apologized already, but I wanted to say it with just the two of us around. Tia, I'm sorry for Boone. I'm sorry I lead him to the Beechcraft. I didn't want any of that to happen."
"John, you've already said all of this."
"I know, but there's more. I owe you a more personal apology. You and Boone grew close because I encouraged it. It's my fault that you're experiencing this much pain. I wanted Boone to be happy, but I didn't want him to tell anyone about the hatch door. And you fit the bill. It was entirely wrong of me to use you in my plans. If I hadn't you wouldn't be going through this grieving."
"You think this is all about you, don't you?" I say, annoyed. "You think that Boone and I got together because you 'encouraged' it? Did you not think that I made my own choices? That you were manipulating me from afar? Boone and I were close before I ever met you. Before you and I ever went hunting together. Before you two ever thought this place could exist. I have a news flash for you, John. It's not all about you.
"I loved Boone for Boone. It had nothing to do with you. And now he's gone. If you'd like to move past that, maybe we can do that. It's been almost a week since he died. He's not coming back and I need to accept that. You butting in and trying to apologize isn't helping. So if it's cool with you, I'd like it if we could just put it behind us. I said two days ago that I never wanted to hear you talk about Boone again. I meant it. Don't do it again."
It's driving me insane that he won't stop bringing this up, so I've decide to let it go for him. If I have to put off with this stupid hatch, then I'm going to have to put up with John Locke as well. The only way I can see that happening is letting it slide under a bridge.
Locke nods his head, that stupid smile on his face. "I can take the next shift. You go get some air."
"Hey, you found it!" I say, approaching Sun's tent.
"Yes, it was with the bottle from the raft. It must have fallen off while I buried it."
"That's great, Sun."
I make my way over to my tent and Shannon is there, tying Vincent's leash to a small tree beside it. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, great, you're back. Can you watch the dog for me?" She's somewhat frantic and excited about something. I notice Sayid over by the edge of camp, waiting on her.
"Yeah, sure. Go have fun," I say, bending down to scratch Vincent's ear. Shannon runs off after Sayid.
I look around the camp. Shannon and Sayid, going off on a trip. Charlie and Claire, putting Aaron to bed. Jack and Kate cooking a fish together. Everybody has somebody. I have a Labrador.