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#40 - SolitaryIt's cool, and quiet out here. Alone, in his solitude. Too quiet almost. He sometimes still hears a crackling of a radio if he listens too hard ( Read more... ) -
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It's late, late in the night, or maybe early into the morning when Jack wakes up ( Read more... ) -
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Outside, near the left side of the lake stands Jack Shepherd, in a coat, shivering anyway.
He didn't quite mind though. The cold --reminded him he was alive-- was a refreshing change from the heat of the bar.
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OOM: Traversing the Island!
OOM: Traversing the island ( Read more... ) -
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It rained the entire time Jack was on the island ( Read more... ) -
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Jack sits out where it's cold, without a jacket. He shakes in the cold, but it's how he feels ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes, during the weekend, Jack would wake randomly to find Kate pressed tightly against him, sometimes shivering, sometimes with her fingers wrapped in the blankets, and sometimes her arm around him. But she looked more at peace than Jack had ever seen her since he met her ( Read more... ) -
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Jack rubs some rubbing alcohol on a cut on one of the survivor's elbow. He couldn't even remember this woman's name at the moment. Kathy, he thinks. He seems to remember this woman being Kathy ( Read more... ) -
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Jack dropped down into the hatch, into a puddle, almost loosing his grip on his gun.
Where the hell was Kate? And Locke? Jack had known this would turn out bad, the moment he allowed Locke to go back.
Allowed? Did Jack have any real authority with these people? Or was he just as much of a fraud as he saw himself? Now was not the time to think of ( Read more... )