Being caught in a plane crash that resulted in one being stranded on an island changed a person in some ways. For example, one had to learn how to live efficiently in the wild without starving to death, being eaten, and dying due to diseases or something as equally unfortunate. Lighting up fires from sticks and stones, fishing out from the shores of the ocean, finding fresh water on an island when there's nothing but a couple half filled water bottles left from the wreckage - it's all tough stuff, but incredibly essential to survival. Those were all things that Sawyer was slowly learning to ease out of worrying about on a daily basis. He was no longer stranded on an island. Waking up in the middle of the night out of fear of being dragged into the jungle by The Others or having to fend for himself over his water supply was no longer an issue. Sawyer was learning to ease back into a normal, healthy, considerably sane state of mind. Those habits were sliding down a little - but not all of them were so easy to vanish.
Like reading. Sawyer had taken on quite a liking to flipping through books to pass the time while lounging around the beach. There were plenty of them passed through the wreckage, all of which he had been working on reading through while spending his days on the island. Now he could easily revert back to watching TV, browsing the internet, playing pool, and doing all that other stuff he used to do before everything had happened. But Sawyer hadn't gotten quite there yet. He still wanted to read. And now that he had a larger selection of books to choose from, he was kind of looking forward to seeing what he could find.
Sawyer found the library easily enough. He didn't have to travel far since he wasn't really looking to go out with all that bullshit and insanity going on beyond the apartments doors, so figuring things out didn't take much time at all. Yet when he got inside, only just after Sawyer eyed the books with interest, he ended up finding a young girl uncomfortably sprawled out in a chair. Sawyer didn't much mind other people being around, but the girl really couldn't have been content with the way she was sleeping. Usually, he wouldn't have bothered. But since he was feeling especially generous today...
Sawyer walked over to where the girl was sleeping, knelt down beside the chair, and placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "You're gonna screw your neck up like that, kid. Wake up."