Claire and a few other people arranged the clothes they found, tried to find out whose bags were the ones they found and try to gather all the food they could. She was walking down the beach when she passed next to Sawyer, who was reading. His back was placed on a bag that really resembled hers. "ehi" she said to him "could I take a look at that bag? it looks like mine.."

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"I'm not sure.." Jack replied. "There have been many survivors in our part of the plane, there might be still people alive." Quietly he continued walking in a firm pace when suddenly, out of nothing, it started to rain. In a minute he was soaking wet. The forest was getting thicker and after a while he could distinguish a dark shadow resembling the cockpit. It's nose was directing into the air and it seemed to lean against a huge tree.
Jack stopped and looked at Charlie and Kate. "You didn't have to come" he started. "You don't have to do this.."

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Sawyer looked up at Claire from his book who mentioned his bag which he currently used as pillow. "Nope you can't Big Momma" Sawyer grinned. "This is my bag."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"I'm not sure.." Jack replied. "There have been many survivors in our part of the plane, there might be still people alive." Quietly he continued walking in a firm pace when suddenly, out of nothing, it started to rain. In a minute he was soaking wet. The forest was getting thicker and after a while he could distinguish a dark shadow resembling the cockpit. It's nose was directing into the air and it seemed to lean against a huge tree.
Jack stopped and looked at Charlie and Kate. "You didn't have to come" he started. "You don't have to do this.."

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Sawyer looked up at Claire from his book who mentioned his bag which he currently used as pillow. "Nope you can't Big Momma" Sawyer grinned. "This is my bag."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"But just let me give a look" Claire said "I really need what's in my bag..." she added "and I can't find it anywhere else on the beach..."

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"I'm coming with you." Kate said firmly. "There may be survivors in there, and what if you need help with them?" She brushed a hand against her forehead, trying to push some wet strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Hey, I've come this far." Charlie said. "I might as well go the whole way." He grinned nervously.

Jack nodded, perhaps somewhat relieved that Kate and Charlie wanted to accompany him, and said: "Okay, lets go then" He started to climb up, inside it was a mess: the floor was slippery of rain and blood and in the semi dark he could distinguish several bodies of passengers who hadn't survived, luggage was all over the seats and some windows were broken by the branches of the tree. Jack could sense it immediately: everything was dead in here...

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Sawyer looked up again, now annoyed. "This ain't your bag. It's mine. And this is my stuff. I got this with me from the beginning..Why don't you find another bag..? There're lots to go around here."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Because maybe I'm not a thief like you!" Claire replied, starting to feel angry. She turned and walked away from Sawyer, and took a seat in the sand, looking for some shadow near to the plain wreckage. She needed her bag, all her things were in there. Her diary too. She didn't want someone to read it. "Ehi!" a voice said, making her raise her head "You look angry" a guy whose name was Hurley (at least Claire thought that his name was Hurley) was looking at her. "I am" she said "I can't find my bag" "Dude, many bags fell while we were still in air. they could be anywhere in the jungle!" "That's not encouraging" Claire said. "Plus, I think that Sawyer has my bag" "Oh, dude, you have no chance to get it back then..." "No I will..." Claire said.

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((Yay! I like Hurley! ))

Sawyer shrugged at Claire's outburst and muttered something about moody pregnant women. He didn't mind her calling him a thief. He'd been called that before eventhough he wasn't one now: he'd found this bag, empty, in the jungle and used it for his stash of money, medicine, gun and other properties he'd found. That could hardly be called stealing could it?

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Kate scrambled up the tilted floor of the plane, grabbing onto seats for leverage. Charlie followed close behind her, trying not to look at the bodies still in some seats.

(hey, I'm back...I'm sorry for leaving you...)

As Amanda walked through of what was left of the plane, memories swept up inside of her, memories she wanted to forget as soon as possible. She tried not to look at the dead people. There was everyone; children, women, men, still sitting in their seats. Amanda looked away. She couldn't stand this site anymore. Since she had experienced how her baby and her boyfriend had died, she had gotten extremely sensitive to dead and dying people. She crossed her arms before her chest, trying not to cry, trying not to let her feelings overcome her. But finally, she had to give in. Tears ran down her face. She quickly tried to wipe them away. She suddenly went pale and dizzy. She had to sit down. She let herself fall on one of the seats, covering her stomach with both hands, sobbing and whispering something nobody could understand. She didn't care about the stares anymore, she just let her emotions out. She couldn't even see the people around her.

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

(oh gollum13 you're baaaack!! I'm so glad to see you again!! )

Claire was walking up and down the beach, trying to find a way to take that bag from Sawyer, when she heard someone sobbing. She saw Amanda, the other pregnant girl, sitting on a seat, crying. Claire wasn't sure of what to do, but seeing Amanda in that condition made her feel bad for that girl.
"Ehi" she said to her "can I sit here?"

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Amanda looked up and saw a woman standing in front of her...Claire she believed was her name. She nodded quickly, with her head still down. Suddenly, she felt ashamed of crying, of letting her emotions out in front of other people. She had never done that, instead of this she had been hiding behind the drugs which had shoved her problems and her pain away. She quickly wiped her tears off her face and now faced Claire. "Hello..." she whispered shyly.

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

((You're back! *huggles gollum13* Do you want to play Charlie again?))

Claire sat next to Amanda and handed her a tissue. "You know.."she said "About three months ago, maybe more, my boyfriend, Thomas, left me. And it was the worst thing ever, I mean, I was 5 months pregnant, and alone and...it had been the worst period of my life I guess." Claire gave a look at Amanda "But I survived it. And now we crashed on this island, only God knows where, but I'm sure we'll survive this as well. I don't know anything about your past, why you were on that plane...but whatever is the reason you're sad for...life goes on. Even on a deserted island." Claire slilghtly smiled. "It's one thing I've learned in my life, and I guess it's true. So by the way, if you need to talk, I'm here..."

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Amanda looked at Claire and took the tissue. "Thank you..." she whispered and wiped her tears off. She listened as she heard her story and sighed. "I'm...I'm sorry about this..." she said. "I...I..." she started trembling. She wanted to tell her story, she wanted someone she could trust. Finally, she took out the old photo. "This...this is Eric..." she started. She had to smile. "In fact, his name was Ericonsas...he was...is a Puerto Rican...but he never liked that name...so we all called him Eric. He was my love, the only thing I had left...the only one who..." she had to stop. She felt she wasn't ready yet to tell this, but she had to. "...who wanted to pull me out of this. Who wanted to flee with me from this life. He helped me after I lost the most precious thing in my life and he helped me saving my own life. But I couldn't save him...I couldn't..." She looked down and scratched the crook of her left arm. Sometimes, it was still iching, like it wanted to remind her of who she had been. "I'm sorry." Amanda said, looking back at Claire. "I'm not ready for this yet. I can't tell you yet. I'm sorry."

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

Claire took the photo and looked at it while Amanda told her something about the guy in the photo. "It's ok" she said to her, handing the photo back to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok if you're not ready to talk about it. Just remember that..well, no one is completely alone. We can always find someone that can help us." She squeezed her shoulder and slowly stood up, trying to find her balance. "Now I have a score to settle with that Sawyer" she said.

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