June 30 2007, island time
Revised March 22 2008, island time
Last will and testament of Dylan Sanders
So, if you're reading this, it probably means that I've disappeared or I'm dead. I don't know if one is better than the other, but I'll take any good thoughts you want to beam out into the cosmos on my behalf.
- To John Sheppard I bequeath the 22 diamonds accompanying this letter. I know they're not as good as real stars, but they sparkle almost as much. Addendum: I also bequeath John my speeder bike, in the hope that he'll never forget what it feels like to have the wind in his hair.
- To Duo Maxwell I bequeath my Hoverboard. I can't think of anyone who would enjoy it more.
- Any other material possessions may be alloted as deemed fit by John Sheppard.
Signed,
Dylan Sanders
Witnessed,
Dale Cooper
[ATTACHED: One velvet drawstring bag containing 22 4-carat diamonds]
[ATTACHED: One letter, sealed in an envelope and addressed to John Sheppard, contents as follows]
Dear John,
I'm not good at this, but you already know that, so hopefully it's okay. I'll try to keep it short, for both our sakes.
You've made life on the island worth living, and even though I have no idea where I am while you read this, I don't know what I'll do without you. I should have told you I loved you more. I'm sorry I didn't.
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for sticking it out with me so long.
D.