Day Thirty Who: Shannon Rutherford & the Doctor What: Shannon arrives When: Day 30, mid-morning Where: Out near the lake Rating: PG-13 (unless you count a couple of f-bombs) Status: Complete
There. A few feet ahead, Vincent was sitting, staring back at them panting, his tongue lolling out lazily, as if he had no idea just how frustrating his disappearance was for her. Stupid dog.
Sayid said that he'd circle around behind Vincent and Shannon nodded, agreeing quietly as she started forward slowly. For a moment, she felt a swell of relief in her chest, because Vincent was just sitting and watching them, unmoving. But then, the dog seemed to catch Sayid's movement in his peripheral, because his head turned just slightly and then, with one last quick glance in Shannon's direction, he took off into the jungle again.
Shannon bolted forward and soon realized that Sayid was also no longer in sight. "Sayid!?" she shouted, looking around - half for him and half for the damn dog - as she ran. Her foot caught a root and sent her sprawling, landing flat on her face. She laid still for a moment to fume silently, but then she heard the whispers and sat up quickly, whipping her head around. She'd heard other people talking about hearing the Others whispering. Sayid, for one. The whispering seemed to change its place of origin and Shannon turned her head again, eyes wide in the darkness. She was shaking, now, and terrified. The whispers moved again and Shannon, too, moved her head, whipping it around toward the sound, only, this time when she did, it was suddenly daylight. And she wasn't in the jungle anymore.
Jumping to her feet, Shannon looked around, shivering in fear and disorientation. What the hell? There was a lake where the camp - and thus, the ocean - should be. She felt a sink in the pit of her stomach... The Island could do some pretty messed up stuff, she knew, but it didn't even look like she was on the Island anymore, at all, now. The weather was similar, but it was a bit chillier than it had been on the balmy night she'd been in two seconds ago. And, clearly, just looking around at all the buildings, Shannon could see she wasn't exactly in Kansas, anymore, as they said.
"From one Craphole Island to another?" she asked herself, confused. That's when the irritation set in. "That's just great," she snapped. "That's just great!" she shouted angrily. She spotted someone in the short distance and knew right off that it wasn't a fellow survivor of flight 815. So, either she really was in a completely different place...or that was an Other and she should book it. She was leaning toward the former. "Hey, you," she snapped. "What the hell is this place?"