Shannon apparently saw Walt again last night. Sayid told everyone that it was a nightmare, but I'm not so sure. She ran off into the jungle with Vincent looking for him today. I'd have followed her, but Sayid insisted.

"This is something I have to do. I need to be there for her," he says to me.

"Alright, I'll stay away. I've got a shift at the hatch anyways."

Sayid takes off after Shannon. I sit back down at my tent and put on my boots.

"Good morning, Tia." It's Rose. Rose is the woman who Boone first tried to save through resuscitation the day we crashed. Hurley recruited her to help out with the food in the hatch. I've never really talked to her much, but she's a sweet lady. "How 'bout some breakfast?" she asks, a bowl of yellow fruit held out in front of her.

"Oh, no thank you, I'm fine," I say.

"No, no, I insist," she says, still holding out the bowl.

I grab a slice and it's…wow, that's good. I swallow and ask, "What are these?"

"They're good, aren't they? I found them in the jungle." She points to the spot beside me. "Would you mind if I sit?" I shake my head and offer her the spot. "I've been meaning to talk to you. I haven't really gotten a chance since we crashed. You're a very busy woman."

"Well, then what can I do for you, Rose?"

"I feel like this may be a little too late, but I wanted to give my condolences for Boone."

I nod my head, staring out at the ocean. "Thank you."

"How are you doing?"

"Mostly I just wish everyone would stop bringing it up. Not that I'm not grateful for your condolence. I just wish everyone would stop reminding me."

"I know you've got a lot to be sad about," she says, grabbing my hand. "But I want you to know that I appreciated Boone. I didn't know him very well, but he was there, trying to save my life, that first day. He was a selfless man. He and Bernard would have gotten along, I just know it."

"Bernard?" I ask. "He was your husband in the tail section, right? I'm sorry for your loss as well."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, dear," she says. "Bernard is alive."

"But he was in the tail section."

"Yes, and he's alive." I'm very confused by this, but I let it slide. "You know, you can still talk to Boone," she says, her thumb stroking the back of my hand.

"No, I can't. He's not Bernard. He's not alive, Rose."

"You can sit by his grave. Share your stories, your problems. I'm sure he's watching. A man like that wouldn't just leave you all alone."

"What you're saying he's in Heaven?"

She nods her head. "Yes that I am." She stands up and I go with her. "I know you have a shift at that hatch today, but I'm sure he'd want to hear about it when you're done."

I'm utterly dumbfounded with the direction this conversation took. Rose is a sweet woman, but there's no way her husband could be alive and there's no way I can talk to Boone anymore. She leaves me and I head to the hatch for my shift.

"John," I call as I enter. I make my way to the computer room. He's sitting there, doing a crossword. "I'm here for my shift."

"Good," he says. "Hey, do you know 'Enkidu's friend', nine letters?"

"Umm, is it Gilgamesh?"

He writes it in. "That works. How'd you know that?"

I'm about to answer when I hear rustling from down the corridor. Jack and Kate make their way down the hall, supporting someone.

It's Sawyer, who's unconscious. Another man enters the hatch from behind them. A tall black man with a beard. I don't pay much attention to him and instead, follow Jack and Kate as they support Sawyer. "What's going on?" I ask Jack.

"He's burning up. We've got to get him in the shower and bring his fever down."

"What can I do?" I ask.

"Okay, go through the medical stash; there's a bottle of Ofloxacin..."

"Ofloxacin. Little white pills?" I ask.

"Yes. Bring the alcohol and some gauge patches. Kate, I need you to strip that bed and make sure it has clean sheets on it."

Kate and I both leave and the button goes off. I know it's my shift, but Locke is still down here. He can handle it.

After soaking Sawyer in cold water, Jack and I move him to the bed beside the living room. I pass the tall black man who is talking to Locke. "What's happening to him?" Kate asks. "Why is he shaking?"

"He's septic," Jack says. "The infection's gotten into the blood stream. If the antibiotics don't bring the fever down he'll go into shock. Hold him up."

"I'm gonna give you some space," I say to them, feeling cramped in the small bunk-bed.

I move back into the living room where Locke is talking to the black man, his back to me. "Please don't tell the girl in there." I hear him say. The black man looks up at me and Locke turns around. "Tia," he says, surprised.

"Don't tell me what, John?" I ask. "You're not going to keep secrets from me again are you?"

"I do not wish to keep this a secret," the black man says. He has an African accent that I cannot place to a region. "A girl was shot in the jungle by one of my people."

"Who are your people?" I ask.

"He's from the tail section," Locke answers. "Shannon was killed. I'm sorry, Tia."

My legs turn to jelly. I fall to the floor in disbelief. Shannon is dead. Boone is dead. Both of them She was my last connection to the man I loved. She was the last person I had left.

Why did this happen?

Jack enters the room. "What's going on?" he says, coming over to me and helping me up. He moves me to a chair and the black man takes a seat in another. "What's going on, Tia? Why are you crying?"

I hadn't noticed the tears well up in my eyes. "Shannon's dead." I choke out though the tears.

Jack moves to the large black man. "Who are you?" he asks. "How did you get here?"

"My name is Mr. Eko," he says. "I was on the other end of the plane."

Jack pauses and absorbs the information. "Where are they?" he asks, but Mr. Eko doesn't respond. "I said, where are they?"

"Jack, it's not his fault," Locke says.

"Shannon's dead!" Jack yells. He turns back to Eko. "You're going to take me back out there, right now."

"This man isn't the problem. He brought Sawyer back."

"Half-dead with a bullet hole in his shoulder, John!" he yells. "Are you going to talk to me or are you just going to sit there?" he speaks again to Eko.

"Anything I say will only make you angry. So, yes, I will sit here," Eko says calmly.

"Jack! Jack!" We hear from the corridor. It's Sun, followed by Michael. Jack and Michael greet each other with a hug.

"We've got a problem, man," Michael says after they break apart. Eko rises from his chair.

"I know about Shannon," Jack says.

"Yeah? The woman who did it tied up Sayid. She won't let him go." Michael looks over at me. "Tia," he says. "Tia, I'm so sorry."

"We need to find her," I say, whipping the last of the tears from my eyes. "We need to find her body."

Jack and Michael move to the armory and start loading guns. When Boone was killed, I looked for revenge. Now that Shannon is dead, I'm going to get it. Jack hands me a loaded pistol and a glock.

"You remember how to get out there, right?" Jack asks Michael, loading a rifle.

"Yeah, I think so."

"We should stop and think about this, Jack," Locke says, away from the door.

"Think about what, John? Shannon's dead, Sayid's being held at gunpoint. You want to sit and hope that situation resolves itself, be my guest." Jack hands Michael the rifle. "You know how to use this?"

"Yes, sir."

We start to leave, but we're halted by a yell. "Stop!" It's Mr. Eko. "Please. What do you want?"

"Excuse me?" Jack asks.

"Peace? Revenge? Justice?" says Eko. "And you are going out with all these guns? What do you want?"

"I want all of our people back here safely. Your friend murdered—,"

"Ana Lucia made a mistake," Eko says.

Jack looks confused. "What did you say?"

"Ana Lucia made a mistake."

"Ana Lucia?" Jack repeats.

"I will take you there. Only you and this girl," Eko says, motioning to me. "And no guns."

Jack and I exchange a look. I nod in agreement. I just want to get to Shannon's body. I hand Locke my two guns and Jack hands over his rifle. "Let's go," Jack says.

We're walking through the jungle. "Mr. Eko?" I ask.

"Yes?"

"This woman, Ana Lucia? She killed Shannon?"

"The girl with the blonde hair? Yes."

"Why?"

"She made a mistake."

"Yes, you said that." I'm trying very hard not to get annoyed with his slow speech. "Why?"

"Ana Lucia thought she was someone else."

"Someone else? Who?"

He ignores my question. "You and the girl were close?" he asks.

"Yes."

"The man back in the room? He said she was your sister."

I keep walking and I don't look at Mr. Eko. "She may as well have been."

"I am sorry for your loss," he says.

I don't respond.

When we reach our destination, Sayid is carrying Shannon's body. A Hispanic woman stands off to the side. I do my best not to cry in front of strangers a second time. I walk behind Sayid and my sister, back to camp.