The End:

Christian Sheppard stood up on a low hill, watching as the spirits of those who had once inhabited the Island slowly returned back. A yellow lab sat obediently at his feet.

Their heads hung and eyes downcast he realized that everything was working out according to plan. Just as he had told Christian it would.

No things were slowly beginning to make sense, little pieces of the fuzzy puzzle finally starting to fit together it in mind. It was then he realized the true genius and power of Jacob.

The wind blew gently across the beach. He continued to watch as the people began to settle back into the Island that they had almost become accustomed to. A blond girl sat beside a young man. A man with shaggy hair wandered up and down the shoreline. A tall man and a woman looked out at the water.

He recognized the woman. Sarah.

He shook the memories away from him.

He realized an advantage to being in his position was that not only could he see the dead, but the living as well. Did any of them realize the older couple holding hands as they walked right past a teenage boy and girl? Did they have any idea that a woman with long blond hair and a shirtless man sat next to each other on the beach, nearly right next to Sarah? He knew it must be what Jacob felt like, knowing things that others didn't.

It must be getting late and he needed to get back. He wondered if Claire was still sleeping. He had told her to stay in the cabin, but lately she was getting restless, asking too many questions.

But of course there was a reason for having her there. Even if he had yet to understand it.

He turned away from the beach and headed back into the jungle to find out what his next task was. What their next task was. They were here for a reason and even though they were dead, they still had work to do.

LOST.