Fight, fight to survive. I must survive. Pain, pain that overcomes all reason. I must have some reason left. Numbers, numbers that would make a lesser man run. I can't run anymore. If I run they will follow, they will follow me to the very depths of hell if necessary. I can't go back, the island is blowing up. And home, I can't bring this home, not to her. If she made it out.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" Katherine asked as she opened the door and Billy stepped out from behind her.

"Keeping this away from my family," Tommy stated as the two of them looked at him and he then turned around. "What do you think happened to me?"

"No, not again," Katherine said as Tommy turned back to face them and they sighed. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, I couldn't go home tonight. I don't even know if Kimberly got out," Tommy said as Billy looked over at him. "She wasn't on the boat that got me."

"Kimberly might not be alive?" Katherine asked as Billy gently made her go inside and he then pulled Tommy over to the old stool on the porch.

"I don't know, it's been a week since I got out," Tommy said as Billy sat down in front of him. "Do you know something I don't?"

"No, but I will. I'm going to go send out the alarm and then we'll get you taken care of," Billy said as Tommy just shook his head.

"Fuck," Tommy whispered as he heard the door close and just took in a deep breath. He had been so worried about getting out of there that he had only remembered his wife when he had been picked up by a small fishing boat. Now, now he worried.