A snap of a branch amidst the jungle foliage and the trees-- its silent enough for anyone to think they were alone, but they were dead wrong. Amidst the Island with the other survivors from flight 815, 'alone' was something that was a rarity. You had to really work, and press for your alone time in such a place. In the end, with a place being filled with such mystery and an eerie atmosphere permanently sealed to it, no one was ever alone. Not anyone.
"Hello there-. ."