? Part Two

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BEN


You open your eyes, confused.

Where am I? You wonder. And why am I upside down? there's a snapping sound, and you quickly fall to the ground. Instinct takes over, and you land on the ground on all fours, perfectly fine.

"How did I just do that?" You say out loud, then stand up. You turn, looking up into the tree you woke in. It's weird, you have no recollection of how you got up there, or how you could twist yourself in the air to land on your feet. Your tail twitches in response to your thoughts.

Wait.

Your tail?

You twist, catching it in your hands. Yup, it's a tail, You confirm. "How did you get there?" You ask out loud. You strain your memories. Up until the moment you woke up, there's nothing. "What... what happened to me?" You ask, hoping the question will bring back your memories.

...

You can't even remember your own name, can you?

...

Oh, come on! Not even that tidbit of information it there! Well, that adds another two questions to the ever growing list: who are you, and why did you lose your memories?

Your mental monologue to yourself finished, you turn towards what you realize is a jungle. Gathering your courage, you start walking towards... well, you don't know. It's almost evening, the sun is pretty low over the horizon. So... late afternoon? Well, that's the direction the sun is heading in, so you automatically call it "West" and head in that direction.


ALEX


You open your eyes.

The plane is dark, and suddenly ends a few rows in front of you. You sit at an awkward angle, as if the plane was on a tilt. Holes poke in from the outside, letting sunlight in. Oxygen masks dangle from the over head compartments, bodies limp in their seats. If you had been sitting any closer to the front, you would have been crushed. You can see a body sticking half out of the crushed part of the plane, blood running down the wall. You try to move and, for some reason, find that it's very difficult to do. A few minutes later, you hear something shuffling about behind you. That's when you hear voices.

"Do you think we'll find anyone here?" A voice asks. It sounds like a woman.

"Probably not," Another voice replies. This one sounds like a small girl's. "The crash looks really bad. I... I think we're the only survivors."

"But, there's gotta be more people," The first voice says. They're getting
closer, but they're taking their time doing it. Like they're searching... For survivors? Or for supplies? You wonder, and try to move. You manage to lift your arm weakly. Okay, that's a start, you think, trying to speak.

"Help me," You say, but all that comes out is a small whisper of air.

"I hope so," The little girl replies. "I'm just saying, it's unlikely."

"Help me," You manage to whisper, then cough. The two stop.

"Did you just..."

"Yeah."

"Help me," You say clearly, raising your hand before you slip and fall against
the arm rest. The two arrive, and your eyes widen.

One is a small fox girl, a kitsune, the other a tiger anthro. They see you and manage to lift you out of your seat.

"Don't worry," The kitsune says. "You're safe now." You blink, managing to murmur a thanks before you black out again.

The next few minutes are very confusing for you. In the next flash of awareness, you're lying on your side on a beach, the plane lying on its side as well, the ocean in the background. Panicked voices are all around you, and a cat woman is running towards you –

Suddenly you're up against a tree and you look down to see two furred breasts growing on your chest and –

The kitsune is holding a water bottle, probably from the plane, and is trying to get you to open your mouth to drink some. You notice that your face has pushed out into a snout but you open your mouth anyways as she pours some water in. You drink, coughing as you nearly choke and –

You're on your side again, a red curtain covering your vision. You weakly move up, the curtain falling away as you sit up straight. You look around. Some time has passed now, but not a lot – maybe half an hour. The kitsune and tiger girl are gone, probably back and scavenging from the plane. You look to your right and see a fox girl comforting a lizard anthro. They don't seem to see you, so you slowly sneak into the jungle behind you. You need some time alone.

You stand, walking unsteadily. You think its because you just survived a plane crash, but you look down and gasp. Your body is now incredibly female, curvy, and... well, sexy. Your skin is a mixture of brown and white fur; your chest and front are white, as well as your forearms and from the knees down. Two large breasts accentuate your curves, and a tail, also tipped with white, just stays out of your vision. Red hair just gets into your eyes, and you feel two furred ears on the top of your head. You stumble, leaning up against a tree.

"How did this happen?" You ask, staring at your hands. As you lower your hand, you freeze.

There's a body lying ten feet away.

Nervously, you walk up to it. It seems to be another anthro, feline this time, but she isn't moving... you touch her gently, and she gasps, startling you back a few steps. She sits up suddenly, looking around, confused. She sees you and stares.

"It's going to be okay," You say nervously. "You're safe now." She stares at you for a few moments, then collapses again. "Damn it," You mutter, and stay near her, hoping that she wakes back up. "This day just keeps getting better..."


BEN


After what seems like long enough, you stumble upon a waterfall. Thirsty, you go to the edge of its pool and bend over to take a drink of water. As you do, you gasp as you see your reflection. Sticking out of your violet shoulder-length hair are two fuzzy cat ears to compliment your tail. You stare at your face, marvelling it's beauty for a moment, then look down at yourself for what seems like the first time. Underneath your baggy clothes, you can tell that you're body is well endowed, your breasts the perfect size for your frame. You sit back, careful not to sit on your tail and wonder why you felt so curious, repulsed, and amazed at seeing your body. Why does this feel so wrong? You don't have any real idea, it just... did.

You sigh. More questions, and no answers.

Suddenly, your ears perk up. Voices! You head towards them, suddenly hopeful.


GRILL


Dead.

That's what you think when you feel your back lying on something cold and soft. You're dead, and this is your coffin.

Then someone touches your shoulder and it startles you back to life. Opening your eyes, you look around. You appear to be in a jungle, but you're confused. You thought you were on a plane –

You remember the plane crash with such clarity you almost stop breathing. You sense something behind you, and you turn. It's a female anthro, you're not quite sure about the species, but she's definitely canine.

"It's going to be okay," She tells you. "You're safe now."

This is too much for you to take in, and you pass out.


When you come to, you're sitting up against a tree.

"What happened?" You ask the anthro.

"You passed out," She replies. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," You say, raising a hand to your head. You freeze as you
see it.

You have five fingers.

Your arm is covered in light brown fur. Your eyes travel down your body, and you see you now have breasts again, a curvy female body, and... you feel your face and head.

"I'm feline," You say to yourself.

"You... you transformed too?" The anthro asks.

"I wasn't an anthro cat before," You say.

"Actually, I think you're more of a caracal," She tells you. "And...  I wasn't female before, either," She says. "My name's Alex. Short for Alexander."

"I'm... I'm Grill," You say, startled. Whatever must've altered the military's serum must've been very powerful... more powerful than anything else known to man. So, what was this island? An experiment gone wrong? Or a hole in the world, like the Bermuda triangle? You open your mouth, ready to ask Alex what she thinks is going on when you hear something stumbling towards you out of the jungle.


BEN


You walk into the clearing the two anthros are sitting in and stop. One is a vixen with red and white fur, the other a caracal anthro. They stare at you.

"H-hello," you say.

"Hi," the caracal says. "What's your name?" You panic for a moment, then –

"robin," You say. You don't know why you gave that name, it was the first one that popped into your head. The caracal nods.

"I'm Grill," She says, starting to stand. The vixen helps her and she nods a thanks.

"I'm Alex," The other says. "Alexander." You blink, staring at her. What? Was she serious? And... why does that not panic or surprise you?

"Do you know how I got here?" you ask.

"You crashed here with the rest of us, didn't you?" Alex asks, and both you and Grill blink as you register this information.

"Crash?" You squeak.

"There are other survivors? Grill asks. "Where?"

"The plane crashed on the beach back that way," Alex motions. "I'll take you both there." The two of you nod, following her as you trek off into the jungle. You walk in silence, and as you do you try and figure out why, even though it was the first name in your head, Robin felt just as wrong as your body. You find out why as you leave the jungle and step out onto the sand.

Your eyes widen as you see the plane on its side.  You walk towards the wreckage, ignoring the shouts of other people as they run towards you.


Flight 199



                                                                           Gate 19



                       We're going down!



                                                                                                 Sydney to LAX


Twelve hours




                                       BEN! HANG ON!


"My name's Ben," You whisper.

"What?" Alex asks as she steps towards you.

"My name's Ben," You repeat. "I remember now!" You look back at the wreckage. You remember everything, boarding the airplane, looking out the window, watching the wing snap off, your girlfriend –

"Oh no," You whisper. You turn to a few of the other survivors who had run
up to your group. "Did you find anyone in your group named Robin?" You ask, knowing why the name felt so wrong. It didn't belong to you. You looked between the other five, eyes wide. "Anyone?"

"Who is she?" A kitsune, no more than twelve, asks.

"She's my girlfriend," You say urgently.

"...where were you sitting?" Asks a vixen.

"In the front of the plane," you respond. "I remember looking back and seeing the wing snap off, my seat belt wasn't done up, so I was pulled out... I landed in a tree, now please, is she alive!" You nearly scream.

The kitsune just stares at you.

"I'm sorry... the entire front end was crushed," She says. "There are no
survivors from that end of the plane." You realize what this means.

"No!" You protest. "She... she has to..." you turn towards the plane and see
the damage done to the front end. The kitsune was right, there would be no way anyone could survive that.

"No..." You whisper, falling to your knees. "No!" Your eyes well up with tears.
Someone places a comforting hand on your shoulder. You realize it's Alex.

"I'm sorry," She says.

"She's gone," Is the only thing you manage to reply. Your mind is blank, and it's not because of amnesia.

Your girlfriend, Robin, was dead. And there was nothing you could do to change it.


ANDREW


"I thought you said we got everything out of here," A voice says. You groggily open your eyes to find yourself in the dark interior of the plane. What happened?

"I did," Another voice replies, and there's some shuffling around as you hear
someone open the overhead compartments and look in. "Now we're searching through the baggage to find more stuff." You find it difficult to move, and look over at what you see as an anthro tigress and... a kitsune?

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," The tigress agrees. "but... let's just move fast, okay? All these bodies are creeping me out." Bodies? You think, and finally notice that the plane is full of corpses. You gasp, moving your head. The kitsune turns, moving a flashlight towards you.

"Did you hear that?" She asks. The tigress nods, taking out a flashlight of her own. They walk forward a few steps, shining the flashlight into your eyes. You blink, and the tigress jumps, her fur bristling.

"We have a live one!" She shouts, rushing to you. "Jeeze, that's fast..."

"What's fast?" You croak out.

"You'll see," She tells you, unbuckling the seat belt. "Lost, help me get him out of here, we need to get him to Leland."

"On it," The kitsune agrees, helping her carry you out. You feel a tingling sensation as you look down to see yellow fur with black markings spread across your body.

"What's happening to me?" You ask as it spreads up your chest.

"What happened to us," Lost explains, and steps outside of the plane. You gasp again as you see you're now in a jungle, but then you get distracted as you note that not only is your species changing, but so is your gender. You seem to be a female jaguar anthro from the neck down, but the changes soon cover your head, leaving you with a strange body in a strange place with strangers. The tigress and Lost set you down in the sand, while a catgirl walks up to you and introduces herself as a doctor, asking you a lot of questions which you barely pay attention to.

"Where are we?" You ask, looking up at the doctor. You vaugly note that there are other survivors. The doctor looks up at the two who brought you out, worried.

"We don't know," She finally answers. Suddenly, there's the sound of a body hitting the ground, hard, and a large commotion, and the three rush off to see what the problem is. You take this opportunity to wander off towards the shore.

You'd rather be alone right now.


MEGAN


You wake up screaming.

You look around, breathing heavily as you realize, somehow, miraculously, you have survived. Now all you need to do is continue that trend.

You stand, unsteady for a moment, and walk forward, wondering just how far off course the plane was when disaster struck. You walk into some dense brush, and something touches –

You spin before your mind registers something even happened. What was that? You see nothing around you, but... suddenly you're aware of a weight on your back. You turn, gasping as you see what it is.

There is a pair of wings on your back, and you wonder how the got there.
They feel real, and look just as such. You can feel your fingers touch them, your hands running through the feathers. You spread them experimentally, noticing that the feathers are tipped with red. You stare in amazement.

"I wonder if I can fly?" you ask yourself.

Then you grin.

Pulling your wings in close to you, you start to run as fast as you can. You don't seem to be getting as tired as you normally would, and you're running at least twice as fast as –

You run into a cliff. You don't stop running, in fact your heart leaps with anticipation as you spread your wings and jump off the edge.

Flying is just as amazing, even more so, than in your dreams. The freedom of the wind blowing past you, the feeling of your wings beating... it all feels natural, it feels... right.

You continue flying and notice the smoke rising from an area roughly thirty miles away. You twist in the air, heading towards the spot. Maybe you'll find other survivors? Quickly, your suspicions are confirmed: you not only see the plane, which makes you gasp in horror, but several moving specs that can't be anything but survivors. You dive, aiming for the spot.

Your landing is less than perfect, and you actually start losing it when you hit some trees by accident. You tumble in the sand, landing on your front before your body skids to a stop. You quickly feel others lift you up and a cat-girl runs over.

"I'm a doctor," She quickly explains as she checks you over. "Are you all right? Do you hurt anywhere, any broken bones?" You mumble that you're fine, just some scrapes and bruises. The doctor confirms that you're fine.

"Where did you come from?" Asks an anthro vixen.

"I flew," You say.

"No, really," Another vixen replies. You stretch your wings, albeit painfully. Your new muscles needed breaking in, it seemed.

"Cool," An anthro lizard (really young – no more than 10, you note) comments. "How high can you go?" You laugh.

"As high as I want, I guess," you smile, and look at the plane. You stare, noting everything. "did you find any other survivors?" You ask the cat-girl, motioning to the plane. She shakes her head.

"You're the tenth," She tells you. "Everyone else in there is dead, we checked. There might be more people in the jungle, but it's unlikely." You nod sadly.
Andrew...

"C'mon," She says, pulling you up. "Let's get you some water." You follow, looking up at the setting sun, and hope for...

What are you hoping for? Finding Andrew? A voice asks. He's dead.

No, You think. Not that.

Then what are you hoping for?

You hope.

Just... hope.


TOBIAS


Dark.

The feeling of being smothered. A heavy, crushing darkness. Paralyzed. There's a dim light, but nothing you can see. You can't move. There's a terrible smell, a mixture of burning and rotting flesh. Your throat is dry, and your head aches. You don't know where you are, or how you got there. All you know is:

This place is death.

You look around slowly, your muscles protesting as you do. The floor (you call it so) is bent, shattered. Stray wires have sprung out like intestines out of a knife wound, and sparks fly out once in awhile from the gaping holes, giving you some illumination. The chamber is small, the walls and ceiling bent inwards in such a way that there is hardly any room to walk in. That's when you realize:

This is the plane.

Oceanic Flight 199 has crashed, and this... this compartment of the plane... you turn, your suspicions confirmed. This compartment of the plane has become your tomb.

You walk down the aisle, hearing your footsteps echo in the small chamber, and hearing your steps splash into something liquid, like water, or –

Or blood.

You continue towards the front, trying to remain calm. You really don't want to think of the number of dead people in here, people who were trapped as death arrived and took their lives as suddenly as –

You reach the cockpit. The security door has been opened, the frame of the door distorted and bent in such a way that the security door has long since fallen out. The plane landed such that you can actually see the river of blood from the pilots inside; they must've died very violently.

You walk in as best you can, and ignore the blood spattered controls and dashboard. You step towards the window, also shattered, and climb up towards it. Looking around, you twist, kicking away the broken glass from the frame of the window. As you do, you stare as your foot seems to get too big for your shoes, which quickly split. Your feet are changing, gray fur spreading up your feet. You've read enough stories to know what this means, and you twist yourself back, which is getting increasingly hard to do. By the time you reach out with your arms and pull yourself out, the changes have spread up to your waist, which now really hurts. You pull yourself out to your waist, and as you do, you get a glimpse of what's happening.

Another pair or legs are starting to grow out of your body. This is painful, and you lose your grip, falling against the nose of the plane. You slide out slightly, but push against the metal side and stay in a lying position. If you lose your grip –

That thought is stopped as your pants rip and an entire back half of your body extends.

"Help!" You shout, hoping that someone hears you. A moment or two later, someone does.

"Who's up there?" A woman shouts.

"My name's Tobias!" You cry.

"How'd you get up there?"

"I climbed out of the cockpit!"

"...are there any survivors in there?"

"No," You shout. "I... I don't know, it was too dark. I don't think so."

"Can you get down?" You shift uncomfortably as the changes spread up your
chest, two breasts blossoming out and pressing against the metal plates.

"I don't think so," You call back. There's a moment or two of silence, and eventually a different voice called back.

"Okay, just slide carefully towards the edge and we'll..." Your mind goes fuzzy and blank, and you lose consciousness.


You wake up on the ground, and you see what must be the rest of the wreckage. You put two and two together, and figure out that you must've survived the fall.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," You hear a voice say, and you turn. A golden vixen leans over, giving you some water. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been thrown around like a hot potato," you reply, taking the water.
"I guess I survived the fall?"

"Lucky for you, we were ready to catch you," She said. "Then again, you're really lucky, if you were in the front section," You nod.

"It was hell in there," You tell her. The vixen nods.

"I haven't seen it myself, but from the few people who have scavenged supplies from the plane, the front end is completely crushed in." She said. "They
couldn't even get through."

"It's a tomb," You say. "Nobody but dead people in there." The vixen sits next to you.

"So, do you have a name?" She asks.

"Tobias," You tell her. She raises an eyebrow.

"Really? Then again, it does seem like there's a trend around here..." She smiles. "I'm Callum."

"...wait, what?" You ask as you register this. "Callum? But... you're a girl!"

"So are you," Callum said, poking a spot just below you. You look down and gasp. Two breasts are on your chest, and a quick inspection reveals that you're female everywhere else as well. You look behind you and see that you're not only female, but you're an anthro wolf. Well, not really – kind of a combination between a wolf and a centaur. An anthro wolf-taur, you guess. From the waist up, you're an anthro, but from the waist down is the body of a wolf. You take all of this in.

"Most of us used to be guys," Callum continues. Even those who were originally female changed somewhat."

"How many people survived the crash?" You ask.

"You're the eleventh," Callum says, listing the other survivors and who/what
they were now. As she finishes the list, Callum pauses.

"I think that's everyone we're ever going to find," She says truthfully.

"H-how..." You swallow. "How did this happen to us?" Callum stares at you with haunting eyes.

"The island," is her reply.


And so began the first night...


THE FIRST NIGHT


Keegan and Lost placed the tinfoil wrapped meals next to the bonfire they had named "The Signal Fire".

"This is all the in-flight meals we could carry out," Lost said. "I'd say we have enough in there for a good week or two." Dr. Leland nodded.

"Good," She said. "With rationing, we should be able to last for a while before we have to actually worry. Now," She said, standing. "Let's get the food around, shall we?" Lost and Keegan nodded, and Lost walked off to a small group of survivors. Keegan stayed behind, however, and sat back down.

"I've heard talking," The tigress said. "And I've seen how you've helped most, hell, probably all of the survivors here." She leaned forward. "People are starting to regard you as the leader." Leland blinked. She was right, wasn't she? Leland certainly meant to help out everyone, but be a leader? She could barely manage her people in the lab, how was she supposed to organize a group of grief-stricken survivors?

"Really?" Leland asked. "What... what do you think I should do? I mean, I'm an expert in biochemistry and physics, but... social skills I don't really have."

"I think you should just be yourself," Keegan said, standing. "You've got
everyone's trust, people seem to think that you know what you're doing, and you're a doctor." Keegan shrugged. "Three in a row."


Lost handed a meal to Milo.

"How are you doing?" She asked the lizard anthro. Milo shrugged in response.

"She hasn't said a word since this afternoon," Callum said softly. "I'm worried she –"

"He," Milo said clearly. "I'm a boy." Lost and Callum looked at each other,
worried.

"I'm sorry, Milo," Callum said. "I meant 'he'." Lost knelt down.

"Don't worry," She said to Milo. Everything's going to be okay.

"No, it's not." Milo whispered.

"Why not? We have food, water, fire... we have enough until rescue comes and saves us."

"They won't save us," Milo simply said. Lost glanced and Callum, then back to Milo.

"And why not?" She asked.

"...because we're monsters."


Tobias stood, testing out her new legs. She took a few experimental steps forward, getting used to the back half of her body. She stopped, looking back at her body, smiling. As much as the situation was... less than ideal, she admired her new body all the same. Feeling where her body went ninety degrees, she marveled at the force that somehow did this to her, to all of them.

"Hey," Keegan said, walking up to her and handing her a meal. "How're you holding up?"

"Better," Tobias admitted. "Though this hasn't exactly been the best day of my life."

"Get in line," Keegan said. "We've all had better days."


Grill jumped, snagging and pulling a branch of a nearby tree with a snap.

"What're you doing?" Alex asked, watching.

"Do you like your airplane food cold?" Grill asked, starting to strip away the smaller twigs.

"I don't like airplane food in general," Alex said.

"Neither do I," Grill admitted, holding out the now Y shaped branch. "But unless you want to go hunting in the middle of the night, we don't have much of a choice." Alex nodded hesitantly. "Now," Grill said. "Help me make a choice: Chicken,
or tuna?"


Megan sat down at the shore next to Andrew.

"You needed a moment alone too, huh?" She asked the jaguar anthro. Andrew remained silent. Megan looked out into the dark ocean. "So... did you... did you lose anyone in the crash?" Megan asked hesitantly.

"Not really, I was traveling on my own," Andrew replied.

"Not really? So, who didn't you 'not really' loose?" Megan asked. She knew that sometimes, it helped to talk about it, even though she wasn't really ready to admit she missed Andrew. Little did she know that the man Megan had started to realize she was in love with was, in fact, the jaguar anthro sitting next to her.

Andrew didn't look over and remained silent, staring out at the dark horizon.


Ben stopped Tobias as the wolf-taur headed over to the bonfire.

"You survived the front section of the crash, right? She asked.

"Uh... yeah, I guess..."

"You woke up in there, right?" Ben asked again. Tobias nodded. "Are you sure that there's no way we could get into the front section of the plane from the tail
end?"

"None," Tobias said sadly. "It's completely cut off. From the midsection, at least," She added. "Look, I... I think I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I think I'm the only one who survived-"

"If you did, others could have," Ben replied. Tobias paused.

"Even so, we'd have to go in through the cockpit," The wolf-taur told her. "And that would take some time."

"Anything," Ben told her. "I just need to find out if Robin's alive or not."


Alex watched as Grill held her meal over the Signal Fire with the branch.

"So, what did you do before the crash?" Alex asked.

"I was involved with the military," Grill replied. "The 44th. Captain."

"Cool," Alex said, nodding. "Did you see any action?"

"Sometimes," Grill said with such a coldness, that Alex got the hint.

"Where you a guy or a girl before we crashed?" Alex asked bluntly.

"I was a girl before," Grill answered. "Of course, I didn't have this... figure," She added.

"Ah," I Alex nodded. "I... see."

"You don't really want to know," Grill told her.

"Fair enough," Alex agreed. "Fair enough."


"She was a girl I met at my hotel," Andrew finally said.

"Pardon?" Megan asked.

"Who I lost in the crash. She was this girl I met at the bar," Andrew continued. "We really hit it off, or so I thought... then we had a one-nighter, and she decided not to let it go on from there..."

"Wait, she?" Megan asked. "You're into girls?"

"Well, I was a guy," Andrew said. "Before the crash." Megan nodded. Megan nodded, understanding now. Hard to believe... but she had wings now, so how could she judge? Megan paused as she registered the rest of the story.

"What was her name?" Megan asked.

"Megan," Andrew replied. Megan gasped. What were the odds another guy, the night before their plane crash, had a one night stand that ended horribly, also with a girl named Megan?

"A-Andrew?" She asked, not daring herself to believe it. The jaguar anthro turned her head.

"Yes?" She asked, then froze as she saw Megan. "Oh my God, Andrew said, getting up. "Megan!" Megan also stepped forward, and the two embraced.

"I thought I lost you," Megan said.

"Me too," Andrew replied.

"I won't leave you again," Megan said.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."


Lost and Keegan sat against the back of the plane, watching the survivors
interact.

"Do you think we'll ever be rescued?" Lost asked. Keegan paused.

"I don't know," She said truthfully. "If they ever do find us, we'll have a hell of a hard time explaining who the hell we are."

"Good point," Lost agreed. "Personally, I hope they never find us here."

"Really?" Keegan asked, startled. "Why?"

"Look at everyone," The kitsune answered. "Yeah, we just went through a plane crash, and everyone's dead, but eleven people are alive. We're okay, a little changed here and there, but okay. We have food, and tons of fresh water. Fruit on the trees, meat probably running wild in the jungle. Fire. Each other." Lost paused, calculating. "We could survive for months, even years."

"I guess…" Keegan hesitantly agreed.

"This… island, this island is a fresh start," Lost said, smiling. "A second chance, if we need one. A new beginning for everyone."

"A new beginning," Keegan mused. "I like that." She agreed. Holding out her small plastic cup of water to Lost, she said, "Here's to a new beginning." Lost touched her glass to Keegan's grinning.

"To a new beginning."