We sat on our knees, facing the ocean, guns pointed at our backs. Tom and Ryan talked diligently about what to do next. What would Ben tell them to do?

Tom's walkie went off. "Tom, are you there?" It was Ben's voice.

"Yeah, I'm here." He turns off his com and looks at us. "Ben's got your friend Jack on the other end."

"Jack, don't give him anything!" Sayid shouts and Ryan kicks him in the stomach again.

"Don't do it, Jack," I yell. Whack, right across my face again, but not as hard as last time.

"Leave her alone!" Bernard yells.

"I said shut up!" Ryan says, pointing his gun again.

"Tom," Ben's voice says. "Unless you hear my voice in one minute, shoot three of them. But not Samuels. We may need her."

"Got it."

"Don't negotiate with him," Sayid calls to Jack.

"Gag 'em," Tom instructs.

Ryan wraps a black piece of cloth around Sayid's mouth, same with Bernard. Jin must have tried to stand up, but they've gotten him back down and are tying his mouth. I feel the fabric in my mouth as they tie it tightly, keeping me from shouting.

Tom is looking at his watch. He turns off the walkie. I don't know how long it's been since Ben set up the kill for Jin, Sayid, and Bernard. I know he wants me alive because they believe I might be pregnant, even though I know that I'm not.

Tom whispers something in Ryan's ear, then he bends down next to me. "I'm not going to kill your friends. I'm shooting three bullets in the sand instead. But when I do, I want you to scream, and make it convincing, or I'll change my mind. He removes the cloth from my mouth and turns the walkie back on. Ryan shoots three bullets in the sand. "NO!" I yell.

"Shut up," Tom says, putting the cloth back on my mouth.

"Why did I just do that?" Ryan asks. Tom pulls him away and they talk. I exchange a look confused look with Bernard. Sayid is stone-faced.

"It was an order, Tom, we had to follow it," Ryan says.

"Ben doesn't know what the hell he's talking about, he's lost it! I mean look at what they did to us. Instead of putting three bullets in the damned sand, we should have killed them for real."

I listen to them bicker about whether to kill my friends for real, but I hear something in the jungle. Something that sounds like an engine. A large blue DHARMA van comes out of the trees and smashes through a tent. Tom dives out of the way, but Ryan shoots at the front window. I can't see whose inside, but whoever they are, they run right over Ryan's body and stops the van in front of us.

"Ryan!" the Other with the gun on us shouts. He steps in front of Sayid, but that was a bad decision. Sayid trips him, then wraps his legs around the Other's head and snaps it, killing him instantly. I see Sawyer come out from the other side of the van, holding Ryan's gun.

"Stay right there, Tom," I hear a voice say. I look over and see Juliet holding Tom's gun at his head. Sawyer walks over. "Okay. I give up," Tom says, holding up his hands in surrender.

Sawyer doesn't care. He shoots Tom in the chest. "That's for taking the kid off the raft."

"Dude," Hurley says, getting out of the van. "It was over, he surrendered."

"I didn't believe him."

Juliet, Hurley, and Sawyer come and untie us. "You okay, Brown Eyes?" he asks me when he gets the bonds loose. I pull the gag out of my mouth and hug him. "Am I okay? You just shot Tom!"

"Get off me," he says, but I feel him hug me back. "I've killed worse than him."

I let go and Jin, Bernard, and Sayid are untied. "We should move these bodies," Juliet says. We manage to move Ryan, Tom, and our unknown captor, who Juliet calls Jason to the edge of camp, along with the nasty smelling corpses we blew up that are still intact.

Hurley finds Tom's walkie and turns it on. "Attention, Others. Come in, Others. If you're listening in, I want you to know that we got you bastards. And, unless the rest of you wanna be blown up, you best stay away from our beach."

"Hurley?" a voice asks from the other end.

"Jack?" Hurley says, confused.

"Where are you, what's going on?" Jack asks.

"Dude. I'm back at the beach."

"What?"

"Yeah, I went back to help Juliet and Sawyer. I saved them."

"They're okay, Juliet and—,"

"Everyone's fine. Me, Sawyer, Juliet, Tia, Sayid, Jin, Bernard. We're all—,"

"What, wait? Bernard and Jin and Sayid, they're with you?" I remember that he thinks they're dead.

"Yeah, dude, I told you, I saved 'em all."

"Hey, stay where you are," Jack instructs. "We're almost up to the tower. You'll be safer there."

"Yeah, I got ya, we'll stay put until you, like, phone home."

"What about Charlie?" Claire's voice asks from the walkie. "Did he make it back yet?"

"Not yet," Hurley says. "But they're probably paddling home as we speak. Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine."

After Hurley hangs up, we divvy up the remaining guns. Two from the Others and four from us, originally.

"So this is it?" I say to everyone. "We're going home."

We stand in our circle and smile, completely hopeful for the first time in a while. I walk over to the tent Hurley destroyed. I notice a small black box strewn away from the tent. I bend down and pick it up, opening it.

Inside is my Purple Heart pin that I had received in August, almost four months ago. Someone must have found it and kept it.

I start walking toward the graveyard, the Purple Heart in my hand. I bend down in front of Boone's grave.

"I'm going home. And while I'm super happy about that, it's a little bitter because I'll never get to talk to you like this again. And since you've given me something so important," I say, holding the talisman of the necklace in my free hand. "I've decided to give you something of mine."

I remove the pin from its box for the first time and pin it to the cord holding the sticks that form a cross together in the middle. "Goodbye, Boone."