There wasn't much we could do in the dark, so we mostly spend the night getting our bearings around the boat. I'd never really been good in the water. I'd never actually puked like Sun was doing now, even though her vomiting wasn't sea sickness. But I always tended to get a little dizzy, being in the water.

"Are you alright?" Sayid asks me as I hold on to the mast.

"I'll be fine. Just got to keep my eye on the horizon."

"I'm going to have to ask you to look away from that for a moment," he says, holding out a pair of binoculars. "Look over at the Island."

I turn around and see something large and pale by the cost. I hold the binoculars up to my eyes. It's a giant statue of a foot. That's it. Just a foot. The top of the statue is clearly broken. I pull down the binoculars and notice Sun beside me. I hand them to her and she looks.

"I don't know what is more disquieting," Sayid says. "The fact that the rest of the statue is missing, or that it has four toes?"

Four toes? I grab the binoculars back from Sun and look again. Yup, only four giant toes, probably taller than me. Whatever this statue once was, it was massive.

I'd always been fascinated by religions of other cultures. Having lived in Afghanistan and treating prisoners, I saw a lot of Muslim prayer. It's a fascinating thing, their religion. After 9/11, when I was still in college, a debate was brought up in my history class. Why would the Muslims attack the United States?

It wasn't the Muslims. It was the Taliban. And they didn't attack the United States, they attacked Christians.

Isaac and Ishmael, sons of Abraham, who were flesh and blood, separated forever due to circumstances that have been studied since not long after the beginning of Creation. They both came from the same God, yet after thousands of years, people on both sides have seem to forgotten this.

Islam, after I educated myself, started to seem like the better practice in my mind. One built on five pillars that included prayer and charity. I look at my friend, his head repeatedly bowing to the East, toward Mecca, praying to Allah, the same God that Christians pray to.

I decided in the army to give up on religion. That it was a pointless endeavor that causes so much strife to those who practice it. There were solders in the army that would abuse Arab prisoners when they prayed, but not me. I let them do it because I was not a hypocrite. And to this day, I am still fascinated by it as I watch Sayid bow his head and mumble his prayer in a language I have heard so much, but have never understood.

"Sayid," Jin calls, bringing me out of my trance and Sayid out of his prayer. "Here," he says, handing Sayid the binoculars and pointing to the land.

I squint my eyes and make out a large jumble of rocks in the distance, shaped like a square with a hole in the center. "That's the rock Michael described," Sayid informs us. "We're here."

We circle the boat around to the edge of the rocky cliff so that they won't see us coming. We drop anchor and put the dingy in the water. "Stay here," Sayid instructs me as I start to climb out.

I smile at him. "It doesn't work when Jack tells me to, it's not going to work when you do." I drop down into the dingy, happy to be off than damn sailboat. Sayid drops down beside me. Sun and Jin stay on the boat, manning it. Sayid paddles us to the edge of the cliffs and we climb our way across.

He helps me up as we reach the edge of their camp. I hear nothing but the waves of the sea against the rock. I peek over and see the canvas tents that Michael described. I pull my gun out of my pants. Sayid hands me another that I tuck back there. He holds a rifle and another glock in his pants. He motions for me to follow behind him and I do.

We walk up to a tent. There is no one in sight. Inside there is nothing. No beds, no cases to hold things. I glance around and spot a set of metal doors against the cliff. "Psst," I say to Sayid and motion towards it with my gun. He nods, leading the way again, holding his rifle. We get there and he opens the doors quickly, redrawing his gun.

There's nothing there. Just the cliff. I grab one of the metal doors. The DHARMA logo is there, but instead of the swan that I've become used to, there's a picture of a door there instead. I turn to Sayid. "I think I was right," I say. "This place is a decoy. The fake beard and makeup and costumes Kate and I found at that medical station. It's all a trick. This is some kind of decoy village."

"I think you are right," He says to me, looking over the camp once more. "We should get back to Sun and Jin. It's time to let Jack know where we are."

It doesn't take long to light the fire with the leaves. Sayid chooses a stretch of beach just over the cliff of the fake village.

"You sure they'll be able to see this?" I ask, throwing a match onto the leaves and wood, starting the fire which turns dark and black almost instantly.

"Yes, I am sure."

"And then what? They come here, with Michael in tow and we interrogate him?" Sayid looks up from the fire. "Admit it, Sayid. You don't have a plan."

"I'm working on it. The Others will soon see the smoke, alerting them of our whereabouts."

"Again, I ask then what? You and me, Jin and his pregnant wife. I'm sure Jin is capable, but we only have four guns. How many people do you think they'll bring?"

He looks out into the ocean. "We'll stay on the boat. That way we will have an advantage through with the water."

I drop another log onto the fire. "Fine, I'll go along with it. But, Sayid, you know this will never work."

"I had a feeling when we came out here that it might not."

"But you dragged me along anyway? I didn't even want to come."

Sayid grabs his rifle off the ground. "We need to get back to the boat. The fire is big enough. It will burn for at least a day."

I give up my arguing and walk back over to the dingy. We row back to the boat where Jin helps us up as Sun upchucks over the side of the sailboat. I thank the heavens for the thousandth time that I wasn't actually pregnant. I could never handle morning sickness.

A few hours pass and there's no sign of Jack and his crew. I sit down next to Sayid, who is conversing with Sun and Jin, to voice my concerns of this when a loud noise sounds from the sky.

It's like nothing I've ever experienced. The noise is so loud, I cover my ears and hard as I can with both hands trying to douse the noise, but it makes no difference. The ocean all around me starts to vibrate with the noise and the boat feels like a bag of popcorn in the microwave. I look above me and the sky turns a strange purple shade, covering the clear blue it was before.

It stops almost instantly, the noise dying down and the sky returning to its normal blue. I look between Sun, Jin, and Sayid who look as confused as I feel.

"What the hell was that?" I yell, my ears still not adjusted to the normal frequency.

LOST

Thanks for finishing book two! a big thanks to those of you who've stuck it out this far. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves enough to keep trekking along with Tia. Feel free to shoot a review anytime! I welcome all comments, questions, critiques, and concerns.

Book Three coming soon. Keep your eyes peeled!