The first two paper planes glided for only a few seconds before crashing into the sand and flitting away into the weeds. Boone thinks this is really creepy, considering the reason he's sitting on a deserted island making paper planes out of somebody's diary entries instead of deciding which club he wants to go to that night.

He is also feeling like one of the Wright brothers.

Shannon is off with Sayid again. John told him not to dwell on what Shannon was doing with her free time. He said it was unhealthy to obsess over what someone does every day because no matter how much you would love to spy on them or stop them from doing whatever it is they're doing, they all have the right to privacy. Then he gestures at the steel hatch in the ground and reminds Boone that what they are doing is very important, that this was destiny, fate, that this was meant to be and they were meant to be here and then he starts to ramble on about history and art and things Boone couldn't relate to what they're doing if he tried.

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Sometimes Kate forgets that she's on the island. She opens her eyes and the anxiety of keeping her name and story straight hits her like a ton of bricks. Her heart begins to race.

And then she hears the waves.

She emerges from her tent and shakes her hair out of her face. There are a few people congregated in one spot, tending to the signal fire.

There is movement in her peripheral vision. She turns her head slightly and sees Sawyer walking up the beach sans shirt, carrying a few sticks under his arm.

"Mornin', Freckles," he greets her as he walks past. He looks back at her and grins, then tosses the sticks he had been carrying indifferently toward the group around the fire and continues down the beach.

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Sayid doesn't try to love her, but it happens anyway. Her self-deprecation reminds him too much of his own, the self-loathing which almost destroyed him. It had never dissipated. Not in seven years, probably not in seventy.

She is too pretty, too young, to hate herself already. So he makes her feel useful, enlisting her to help him translate the maps, knowing they may mean nothing. It doesn't matter if they're relevant. The smile on her face when she works out a particularly difficult sentence is addictive, and he can tell that she's becoming more self-confident, more at ease with her own abilities.

And that means everything.