australia? eventually she'll call
from the ocean itself! this girl's lovely.
it's a shame that hitting a tennis ball
serves as our last shared kiss in september.
she laughs! you know what, boone, down under, fall,
winter, spring, summer, it's the same. you'll die
in warm clothes. pack short-sleeve shirts. sure. the wall
clock reads four. this flight will take forever...
blood washed from my face, I watch her breathe in
nothing. I feel useless. sayid and jack
respond. michael gives sun eucalyptus...
shout all you want! claire and charlie need us...
keep the flashlight, john. I know my way back...
what's the big deal about telling shannon...