#chaveztodds

Sarah Lynn?

I’m sorry, where do I remember you from? Uh… Oceanic 815, from Sydney? I bumped into you coming out of the bathroom, and I stole your pen. That’s how I know you? No... that’s not how you know me.

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i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

Look, I don’t know about you, but things have really sucked for me lately and I could really use a victory. So let’s get one, dude. Let’s get this car started.

You want my information? Name: Shannon Rutherford. Age: 20. Address: Craphole Island.

To whom it may concern: We are survivors of Oceanic Flight 815. We have survived on this island for 80 days. We were six hours into the flight when the pilot said we were off course and turned back toward Fiji. We hit turbulence and crashed. We’ve been waiting here all this time – waiting for rescue that has not come. We do not know where we are. We only know you have not found us. We’ve done our best to live on this island. Some of us have come to accept we may never leave it. Not all of us have survived since the crash. But there is new life, too, and with it, there is hope. We are alive. Please don’t give up on us.

Of course if I was one of them – these people that you seem to think are your enemies – what would I do? Well, there’d be no balloon. So I’d draw a map to a real secluded place, like a cave or some underbrush... a good place for a trap... an ambush. And when your friends got there, a bunch of my people would be waiting for them. Then they’d use them to trade for me... I guess it’s a good thing I’m not one of them, huh?