I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-03-23 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | shannon rutherford |
i_shop "Good dog. Find Walt." [Narrative, Before The City]
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.