Crossing Lost: Getting Here is the Easy Part

Who: Daniel
Where: The Bunker, Office
When: Day 28, Night
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete

Daniel walked the perimeter several times after parting company with Faith. He walked the perimeter, thought about the craziness of the situation and wondered why the hell he hadn't taken Faith up on her offer. It had been a pretty good offer but –

Something held him back. He'd taken responsibility for this ecletic group of castaways evidently back when they had memories; he'd done it again now that they didn't have memories. Daniel wouldn't – couldn't – upset the status quo until they had their memories back.

(When we get our memories back it will probably be a moot point.)

It really was lonely at the top.

( Another discovery )

Who: Ami
Where: The bunker, bedroom
When: Early evening/night, Day 28, before Dreaming the dreams of others
Invited: Scott
Status: Incomplete

Eventually Ami ran out of reasons to avoid going to their bedroom. She felt silly about it – but she couldn't shake the lingering bits of embarrassment she felt about her earlier actions. True, she and Scott knew each other, but they didn't actually know each other, and what was easily handled earlier now made her feel a bit uncomfortable when she reflected on being alone with him.

Of course, the (good) sex wasn't the only reason she felt reluctance. Inevitably, being alone with Scott would mean talking. Specifically, it meant talking about the things in her journal. Ami didn't look forward to sharing the details of whatever Scott would want to know. Reading it was one thing; reflecting on it was easy and acceptable. However, speaking of it aloud would make all the craziness – sentient telepathic smoke monsters, savage telepathic cavemen, trapped on an island six months out of sync – all more real and true.

( Ami weighs the options )

Who:Faith
Where: The Bunker, Outside and Inside
When: Day 28, Nightfall and after
Invited: Chloe, George, Jack
Status: Incomplete

One thing that Faith noticed on her two treks into the jungle and back again was the sprinkling of tents, shelters and lean-tos that dotted the open field and tree line on the northwestern side of the bunker. There weren't many of them, just enough to suggest that rooms being at a premium was not a new development and that several her fellow "castaways" took to "roughing it." Roughing it was probably a lot easier to handle when there was running water, hot showers and indoor plumbing nearby.

Sleeping outside didn't sound so bad to Faith's ears which made her think that one of the tents was hers. She nosed around, but with only a sleeping bag it was hard to make a determination. (And even if I don't mind sleeping outside, I'd much rather sleep inside if it means sleeping with someone. Or two or three someones.)

Nosing around the other shelters didn't reveal much more, but it distracted Faith from the inevitable thoughts of people lost in the jungle. People that she couldn't help.

( In which Faith has a chat, does what she does best and seeks to make her own fun )