You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Sarah is a bright girl, definitely a Pogue now. She's your sister and you're a Kook, but she started dating John B and became friends with The Pogues, to your hatred. You and Sarah have never had a good bond, and everyone knows that's all your fault. You've almost drowned her, and shot her, but somehow you still have a slight soft spot for her. She's your sister, after all.

You and The Pogues are in Morocco, since a whole thing with Sheriff Shoupe about getting Groff arrested ended with you giving The Pogues a 'lift' to Morocco so you could find Groff. While on the boat, The Pogues tied you up after knocking you out so you wouldn't cause any trouble and only untied you when there was a deadly storm. Sarah and JJ almost died in that. You guys have travelling over the deserts of Morocco, since you don't have much choice but tk trail along now. It feels rubbish, trailing behind as they talk and walk through the deserts.

It's a dark night, you're leaning against some sticks, your back to The Pogues. They're talking round a fire. Sarah and John B start talking about baby names, and everyone's asking what baby. She smiles a little.

Sarah- Oh yeah you guys don't know yet.. She says. You look over your shoulder, an eyebrow raised, and a slight hint of protectiveness.