Last night-Juliet wasn't herself.

Actually, a night ago. She thought it might be nice for a little reprieve, a little break.

She jolts awake, putting a hand to her forhead-

Only to realize that she's wearing her college sweatshirt-which barely covers anything-and ( Read more... )

The camp of the people who the survivors so brazenly call "Others" is deep in mourning. The portal spits Ben and Juliette out between the bear cages-

But Sawyer's asleep and Kate is too.

They can be quiet. It's part of the trick. Ben's quieter then she is, but it's a walk to the bungalows-and her bungalow in particular.

Why am I doing this? ( Read more... )

Apparently there's a portal to a reality node, a crossing of various dimensions, on the path between the compound and the bear's cages.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that not only did I know about it, but John Locke, a good chunk of the island does too?

Okay, maybe not a good chunk ( Read more... )