What happened

He was healed. He had Peter to thank for helping with that. And maybe the City too. Who knew. But there weren't any bruises left, and whatever had been broken was whole now. He was able to wander around and do things without a struggle, and the boys were no longer sniffing around him like he was possible food.

That had been more than mildly unnerving.

Plus there had been all those wonderful explosions, and that had lifted his spirits even more. It was amazing what a good ruckus could do for a guy when he was feeling blue.

Now there was just the question of where the hell Harley had gone off to. He felt like he deserved a good tormenting of her, after so much time, and her abandoning him when he was right in the middle of building the Body Part Monument to the Giant Naked Statue. The girl needed a good beating, and he was ripe to give it to her.

Even that couldn't spoil his good mood, though. And Jack wandered the city with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips.

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Previously on Lost:

"Why are you doing this, Shannon?"

I'm doing this because I need to. I need to prove it to myself. To you. To everyone. "I didn't ask you to follow me."

"No, you rather be out here alone and get lost or hurt."

"I don't need your help, Sayid."

"Walt is not out here! You're following a labrador- not a bloodhound- in an effort to find a boy who's on a raft in the middle of the ocean."

He's not on the raft, Sayid. "He's not on the raft."

"What are you talking about?"

We make eye contact. "We found the bottle, on the beach."

"The bottle with the messages? That they brought with them?"

I look at Sayid, who looks away. He is just as confused as I am (laced with something else... was that disappointment?), but he is not scared of this; he does not see Walt, he does not think about the implications. "I know he's out there somewhere. I saw Walt." I take a breath, because it feels like something is blocking my throat. "And the raft is gone, and he is all alone."

Vincent tugs on his leash; he has found Walt's scent. I stumble forward, but gain my footing, and I follow him. He will take me to Walt.

"Shannon..."

I look back at Sayid for just one instant. Metally, I beckon for him to come. He does, and there is a sense of relief. We will find Walt.

He was also starting to feel … worried. Time was funny in Roland's world, time might be funny here, but he felt like he had been gone for a while. He needed to find his way back, but that was the thing wasn't it, he wasn't sure how he had got here. Not being sure how he had got here meant he had no idea how he was going to go about getting back to where he belonged.

The girl in the costume (the one who called herself Huntress of Gotham) had said the streets moved, and it hadn't taken Eddie long to discover that she spoke true. The streets moved and changed, the landmarks changed it was enough to give a guy a headache. He couldn't tell if he was walking in circles or not, because everything kept changing on him. So that was why when his wandering feet brought him to an apartment building that looked eerily like the one he had been raised in, he stopped.

The odds where good that he might not see this ever again. He could walk up the corner, turn the corner and find himself … somewhere else entirely. So he sat down, sat down on the front stairs of an apartment complex that looked like it came right out of Brooklyn. He had been sitting there for a while, starting straight ahead. Thinking. Trying to decide if going up and checking to see if there was listing for 'Dean' was a good idea, or a bad one. After all he had seen the Empire State Building here, who knew what else

(who knew whoelse)

had ended up here. A few moments of pondering than he stood up, blinked a few times to make sure his vision was clear, and started walking down the street again. He also started talking to himself. Talking made Eddie feel better after all.

"Ignorance is bliss." A pause as he glanced around; "And only crazy people talk to themselves. Besides, your old stomping grounds, you couldn't spit without hitting a building that looked like this. Coincidence. Now come on, pull it together, quit with the talking out loud thing, makes you seem more un-hinged than you are …"

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