Who: Locke and Open
What: Reaction to the crash
Where: Beach
When: Right after the crash
Status: In progress

John awoke. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He was lying on a beach. He didn't remember going to the beach. He remembered... He remembered being on a plane. Then there was turbulence. Then he blacked out. Why was he on a beach?

He looked around him, and then saw it. The plane. Or at least what was left of it. It had crashed. Black smoke was rising from the turbine, which was still working. People were running around panicking.

John tried to get up. Even though he had been paralyzed for four years, he still sometimes forgot that he couldn't walk. But something was different. His toes... they were moving. How could that be possible?

John slowly drew his legs in. Sure enough, they were working. What was going on? Whatever it was, John wasn't complaining. He put his shoes on. He's had these shoes for two years, but they looked like they were brand new, having never been walked in. He slowly stood up. His legs felt cramped. But at least they had feeling in them. He took a few tentative steps, half expecting to fall down. But he didn't. It was a miracle.

John looked around at the chaos that surrounded him. People were running around in a panic. Some wounded, some crying, some unsuccessfully trying their cell phones. A brunette woman seemed to have taken charge and started shouting orders. This place seemed familiar somehow. Like it was important to him. But of course it was important to him. It healed him. Did it? Was it this place that let him walk again? Or was it something else?