Jun 30, 2007 06:15
Everyone at home, the whole world, thinks we’re dead. According to some woman, Naomi, who just happened to parachute out of the sky and land on our island anyway. Well, obviously, she’s the must trustworthy and reliable source, so she must be right. But the point is, the entire world thinks we’re all dead. Oceanic Flight 815, all passengers dead, no survivors. And Sayid thinks this is somehow unimportant. At least he did when I tried to bring it up anyway. They kept this Naomi woman a secret supposedly to keep her safe from Jack. The entire camp was all up in arms over whether or not to trust Jack. Because of Juliet. She was one of the Others and Jack had her here, in our camp. Sleeping a few feet away from us, after everything they did to us. I, for one, didn’t trust her.
But I’m getting off subject here. I still couldn’t believe what Naomi said. What the news reports said. No survivors. Aunt Lindsay. Mum. Everyone at home. They all think I’m dead. I just can’t seem to get past that. It makes it all seem so real, so different somehow. Like everyone's just given up on us. Like they've just forgotten about us and think we're never coming back. But we're here, alive and we are coming home. We are.