Encounters:

"I don't understand. Where are we?"

"More importantly, why are we here?"

Ana Lucia sighed. "You think this is… you know, it? Crossing over? Being dead?"

"We are dead," Libby pointed out.

"Yeah, but hanging out in the Island of Purgatory isn't exactly how I'd choose to spend my afterlife."

Libby gave her a little smile. It was true, they had been wandering around the Island for weeks now, not knowing where to go, what to do, or what was supposed to happen next. But now things had changed.

The two women looked around their new settings.

"Not exactly Heaven," Ana Lucia muttered.

"I wouldn't call it Hell…" Libby said, looking around the patio. Plastic tables and fake palm trees covered it, streamers hanging from the canopies.

"I said it's fine, Boone. Can't you just leave it alone?"

Ana and Libby turned. A tall blond girl and young man with brown hair and blue eyes walked up to the patio.

Ana Lucia felt herself freeze.

"Shannon, we have to find out where we are, we can't just-"

"We're dead, what's the worst that could happen?" she spat.

Libby walked over to them.

"Excuse me," the man said, "but do you know where we are?"

Libby shook her head. "Who are you? Are you…?"

"Dead?" the girl asked. "Yeah. We were on flight…" her voice trailed off as her eyes wandered over to Ana Lucia. She took a step back. "You… you're…"

Ana Lucia sighed, trying not to meet the girl's gaze. "Yeah. It's me."

The girl looked almost panicked, as if she didn't know what to do next.

"Shannon, what?" the man asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The girl began shaking her head, tears gathering in her eyes, but anger clearly written on her face. She held out her arm and pointed it at Ana Lucia. "She killed me."