Post by MTDV on Jan 29, 2009 17:14:56 GMT -8
“We have to go back, Kate. WE HAVE TO GO BACK!”
Jack’s eyelids shot open as consciousness claimed him. His pupils adjusted quickly to the changing light, and he blinked. It was not the sharp streaks of sun penetrating his blinds, which he expected it to be, but a softer, greener glow. The man hoisted himself up onto his elbows, wincing as he did so. There was a sharp pain in his side. Then his gaze focused on his surroundings, and comprehension swept over him, making him feel dizzy. He was surrounded by bamboo and foliage, as far as he could see in every direction. With a groan, Jack rose to his feet, gripping a length of bamboo to hold himself steady. He lifted the side of suit jacket away from his body to find the crimson spreading through his linen shirt, just as he knew it would be. He reached a trembling hand into his pocket and retrieved small bottle of vodka, right where he knew it was.
He had returned.
Jack, Kate, and the rest of the Oceanic Six have been sent back to the day they crashed. You know what they say; the universe has a way of course-correcting. And so it has. They’ve been given a chance to change everything. They could stop themselves from making that call on the satellite phone. They could save the lives of the castaways who had died the first time, because they knew exactly where, when, and how they were all going to die. They could take matters into their own hands, and instead of waiting for the Others to terrorize them, they could make the first move. But what else would each of these actions change? It was tricky business, trying to alter the future, and doing it without telling anyone else what had happened to you. Because some secrets are better left unspoken.
But how? How had it all changed like this? The Oceanix Six couldn’t be sure what had happened to them, but whatever it was, it was more than Déjà Vu.
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