James came home singing a tune. It hadn't been his easiest day but he was now one step closer to finding Kate and Sayid and it meant that he was closer to understand what the hell was going on. Another good thing about that day was Miles' reactions. It was almost like the man subconsciously remembered their previous live.
"Honey, I'm home." He knew she was home since he had seen her car parked outside but he was greeted with silence.
"Jules, where're you baby? You playing hide and seek?" He was still in good mood though it was slowly deteriorating.
He found her in the bedroom sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed and staring blankly at the wall.
"Hey, Blondie" He whispered softly sitting carefully beside her as to not startle her.
She turned to him finally right before he was going to try something else. He could see that she'd been crying.
"What's going on?" He asked worried wondering what could have happened since their lunch together to get her in that state of mind.
"Have you thought about who you could meet here?" She asked all of a sudden. "I mean not just those people you'd want to see again or the ones you put on that list. But what about all those people you never gave a second thought in your previous life or those you'd never want to see again."
"Most of folks I'd never want to see again I already put behind the bars this time around." James knew it wasn't the right moment to joke but there wasn't much he could say to her. She was already depressed enough to hear something like 'why should my parents still be dead while such bastards like Gibbs got a second chance.'
"I don't know what this place is? Or even is it a real place at all? But somehow we're feeling alive again and that means our enemies are alive too, right?" Juliet looked at him sadly. "What if those who shot Sun weren't strangers but people from our past? What if they didn't change? Or what if some of us changed too much becoming dangerous? "
"What is this all about Juliet? Why are you suddenly wondering about all what ifs?" James asked taking her hands in his.
"I've met John Locke today. He was hit by a car."
"Okay. A lot of accidents around us but…" He didn't finish his sentence because of her quiet whisper.
"He was brought in by Benjamin Linus."