Shannon: Staggering, stumbling, wrecked in agony,
Sun: All I see is her brother in her eyes,
Claire: Aaron? Why Aaron? My rushed thoughts reveal
Shannon: I want to be entombed inside this cave---
Sun: Her sad grasping eyes. I ask: Is it fate?
Claire: Blurred bloody words echoing in my ears.
Shannon: Like Oepidus' daughter Antigone---
Sun: Are we being punished? To which Claire replies
Claire: No one's punishing us. My own rage and fears.
Shannon: Far from punishment, one more family grave.
Sun: With abrupt contempt. We worry and wait.
Claire: There's no such thing as fate. There's just evil.

Claire: There may as well have been debris inside
Shannon: Walt spoke to me from the ocean. Vincent
Sun: The days I spend digging in this garden
Claire: With the messages under water first;
Shannon: Saw him. He barked and carried on. Now this
Sun: Divert my mind from digging in the sea
Claire: Either way we cant tell who's lived or died;
Shannon: Bottle. Should we tell Sun? Messages sent
Sun: But they bring me this found bottle. I say
Claire: I am right in showing Sun the very worst...
Shannon: Should ride the currents and the distances...
Sun: Little. I bury it. Now it's hidden...

Sun: Shall I spend a long season in sorrow
If you do not return? Or shall I leap
And break my fall with the instant of death?
Claire: Although I am holding him, Aaron cries.
He does better in the cradle John made.
We nap in a crowded city of tents.

Shannon: Embracing like two who have desired love,
Sayid and I crumble with passion's weight
To the depths of horizontal drama.
Sun: I will drop another seed tomorrow.
I will dream of your joining me in sleep.
I will draw one more lonely waking breath.

Claire: I am craving real sleep, Charlie carries
Aaron across the hot sand---like a nomad!
Crawling? Walking? Talking?---those words make sense...
Shannon: For the briefest moment Sayid leaves me.
Crackling noises. I can no longer wait!
Drenched he stands there...Now I know he's alive!
