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               EXT. VERONA BEACH - DAY - FLASHBACK

               A bright, sunny beach -- clear skies, blue water, and powdery
               sand.

               YOUNG SHANNON (age 6) lies right where the waves lap against
               the shore.  Quiet.  Peaceful, but --

               She's not moving --

               Her eyes stare lifelessly into some middle distance --

               And we can HEAR HER BREATHE -- NOISY, LABORED BREATHS that
               expel little bubbles into those slight, gentle waves that LAP
               PAST HER MOUTH.

               Something is seriously not fucking right.

               We hear her father -- anguished, freaked out, running like
               hell --

                                   ADAM RUTHERFORD (O.S.)
                         Oh, god!  Oh, god!  Shannon! 
                         SHANNON!

                                                          SMASH CUT TO:

               XCU:  SHANNON's eye snaps open, and she squints from the
               bright light.

                                   BOONE (O.S.)
                         Shannon!

               EXT. BEACH BY SAWYER'S TENT - DAY - PRESENT DAY

               Shannon lays out on a beach towel in a bikini, near the
               gentle ocean waves, and also near the ominous jungle.

               BOONE stands beside her, all petulant annoyance.  

               He holds out a WALKIE-TALKIE -- a simple little box with an
               antenna, a speaker, and a BIG BUTTON (this'll be important
               later).

               LOCKE stands at the edge of the jungle.  He's got his own
               schedule to keep, and he damn well doesn't want Boone fucking
               it up.

               SAWYER lounges in his tent, not too far away, reading a
               paperback and supremely not giving a shit.

               Everybody's sweaty.  It's a damn hot day, and that isn't
               improving anyone's mood.

                                   BOONE
                         Take this and listen.

               Shannon's expression:  "What the fuck?"

                                   SHANNON
                         What?  No.  What?

                                   BOONE
                         We found a couple walkie-talkies. 
                         Just listen to this and tell 
                         Sayid --

                                   SHANNON
                         The Arab guy?

                                   BOONE
                         Tell him if you hear anything.

                                   SHANNON
                             (going back to sleep)
                         Whatever.

                                   BOONE
                         If it works, we could track down
                         the French broadcast.

               This interests Shannon just long enough for Boone to hand off
               the walkie-talkie.

                                   LOCKE
                         Tempus fugit, Boone.

               -- and Boone's off like a shot.  

                                   SHANNON
                         But...

               Boone and Locke disappear into the jungle.

               Shannon is stuck with it.  Dammit.

               A FAINT WHISPER.  Almost nothing at first, then a little
               louder, then a little louder.  It's... Boone's voice?  And
               where is it coming from?

               Shannon listens closely to the walkie-talkie, but... no.  

               It's coming from the jungle.  

               Shannon gets up, casually ties the towel around her waist,
               grabs the walkie-talkie, and takes a few steps towards the
               sound.  

                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         Boone?

               It's loud enough now that we can tell it's repeating
               something, but what?  It starts out "You like...", but the
               rest is indecipherable.

               Shannon takes another step, and another.  She can make out
               what it's saying.  And she's not happy.  She stomps off
               toward the jungle.

                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         Boone!

               EXT. THE VALLEY - DAY

               Almost as hot here.  

               Except for the TRICKLE OF THE WATERFALL, it's totally QUIET.

               JACK picks PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES out of a BATTERED SUITCASE. 

               CLAIRE sits in her cave, and dabs her forehead with a CLOTH. 

               HURLEY naps in that same cave.  

               SUN absently folds a LEAF into origami by another cave.  

               A few EXTRAS sit very still, listless, indolent.  

               (Charlie's guitar rests against a tree.)

               Some distance from these people, 

               ROSE

               sits at the edge of the Valley.  She stares off into the
               jungle intently.  

               CHARLIE approaches Rose and offers her a BOTTLE OF WATER.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Drink up.

                                   ROSE
                         I'm fine.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Now, Jack says -- you think you're
                         fine, you don't drink your water
                         and -- *ppppllt* -- instant heat
                         stroke.

                                   ROSE
                         It's cool enough here in the
                         Valley.

                                   CHARLIE 
                         Y'know.  You could move here --

                                   ROSE
                         No --

                                   CHARLIE
                         It's more comfortable, and --

                                   ROSE
                         I like to watch the ocean. 
                             (off Charlie's confusion)
                         For ships.

                                   CHARLIE
                             (humor the crazy lady)
                         Of course.

                                   ROSE
                         There will be ships.
                             (conceding)
                         I believe there will be ships. 
                         Heck, I believe my husband is out
                         there somewhere.

                                   CHARLIE
                         I respect that.  Believing in
                         something.  In love.

               Charlie can't help but steal a glance at Claire -- who
               catches him, and smiles back.  Charlie lights up.

               Rose sees all this, and can't help but grin.  

                                   ROSE
                         Okay.

               She takes the water bottle, and takes a sip.

                                   ROSE (CONT'D)
                         But I ain't movin' here.

               Charlie gives a little half-nod.  Fair enough.

               EXT. BEACH - DAY

               SAYID puzzles over the guts of THE OTHER WALKIE-TALKIE (it's
               identical to Shannon's).  He snaps a CIRCUIT BOARD into place
               and snaps the PLASTIC CASING shut.  

               (Note:  he's wearing pants with big, cargo-pants-style
               pockets.  This'll be important later.)

               He presses the big button.  Nothing.  Dammit.

               He stands up, trying to clear his head.  A NEW IDEA OCCURS TO
               HIM, and he walks over to his "tools" -- a few SHARDS OF
               METAL that serve for makeshift screwdrivers and files.

               The walkie-talkie emits a soft BURST OF STATIC.  Sayid stops
               momentarily -- did he hear something?  Another BURST OF
               STATIC, and then SUSTAINED STATIC.  Sayid turns around.

               TIGHT on the walkie-talkie speaker -- it's NOISY as hell, and
               there's ODD ROARING SOUNDS --

               TIGHT on Sayid -- with his years of training, he catches it
               before we do, and he's HORRIFIED.

               Back to the walkie-talkie XCU -- then we hear it too,
               emerging from the STATIC --  

               SHANNON'S VOICE.

               She SCREAMS DESPERATELY FOR HELP.



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