It's nighttime at Jones Beach State Park. You find yourself there, alone. After the crash of flight 180 and some of the survivors began to die in "accidents" you became more freak out, and no one believes you... or so you think. While you wandered in your thoughts, Clear approaches you... How does she know you were here? It doesn't matter right now. The mysterious girl starts talking to you. “When I was a kid... like 6 or 7, I used to worry so much about my parents dying. Liying awake at night, just worrying... When I was 10, my dad went into a 7-Eleven for cigarettes, I guess that he heard someone say, “Don't turn around.” so, on reflex, or thinking it was a friend joking, he did. And a guy blew his head off. Life became shit after that. My mom just couldn't deal anymore. She married this asshole who my mom with my real dad, would have crossed the street to avoid this guy.”