WHO: Dr. Henry Gale, open to anyone WHAT: Being a helpless man in a wheelchair WHERE: In a cafe, in trendy Santa Monica WHEN: Monday evening RATED: PG
So far, this town was full of disappointment. It was full of people who wanted little to do with each other and scurry about their lives like sheep to the slaughter. Not that he wanted to slaughter them- oh no, they were perfectly capable of slaughtering themselves. He wanted to get back to the island. The island needed him. He needed the island. He knew that as long as he was in Los Angeles, within the temporal bubble that had lodged itself around the metropolis, it was not possible. He had to burst that bubble. In this state, he was useless. The explosion from the creation of his room saw to that. Without the island's power, he was as crippled as....
He smiled.
As crippled as John Locke.
He raised his eyebrows in a moment of self reflection as he wondered about the whereabouts of his old acquaintance then resumed reading his book while waiting for the waiter to come to take his meal order. He was a sad sight, pitiful almost, sitting alone at his table in his wheelchair. If only they knew...
Just how much danger they were in.
If only they knew how evil Benjamin Linus could be.