Post by Desmond Hume on Apr 14, 2009 3:48:06 GMT -5
Desmond sat himself on the soft, cool, sand and rested his chin in his hand. He sighed and then skirted the beach with his eyes to count who he could see - a lot of familiar faces, sans the Others who he guessed now were in the same boat, just a bigger boat. A boat which he knew would have more answers. A boat he'd like to be in if it didn't mean going over to the dark side.
Penny.
He sighed again.
The island didn't need him back. It already had enough souls to feed on.
Penny.
He sighed again.
The island didn't need him back. It already had enough souls to feed on.
