Sawyer walks down the stairs with a small duffel bag and a couple of letters. Looks like he might be going somewhere.
He walks over to the bar, slides on his glasses to read over the letters on last time, and sets them on the bar. "You know what to do," he mutters, and the bar indeed the bar does. The letters disappear awaiting delivery.
Claire,
I'm heading back to the island for a few days. I figure I ought to at least put in an appearance there, and I'm going just a little stir-crazy sitting around the bar. I know it'll be hard, but I'm sure you'll find a way to get by without me here.
Love, Later,
Sawyer
Jaina,
I'm heading back to the island for a few days. If you're still itching to leave here when I get back, let me know and we might take a little field trip.
See you when I get back, princess.
Sawyer
Included in the envelope is a small pink tissue paper umbrella.
That done, he settles down for a final drink before heading back to the island.