Tricia Tanaka and her cameraman were inside Mr. Cluck's Chicken when the meteor hit. Hurley was screaming, he hadn't wanted anyone to go inside, he thought it was bad luck because the ribbon hadn't been cut. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there watching Mr. Cluck's burn. I didn't even think about Tricia Tanaka or her cameraman or the numbers, I just stared.
The fire was big, I could feel it. But I hope for nothing, and I fear nothing, and so I'm free- in some ways. So I just stared. Shocked, I walked across the street to the mini-mart. When I opened the door I could feel the cool air rush my warm body. I walked to the back of the store to the cooler and removed a six pack from the fridge. I paid my dues and left.
I woke up listening to the sound of the ocean. In the back of my mind I thought about the Others as I stared blankly at the sea. I couldn't believe so much time had passed since the meteor struck. I thought about Desmond, the MacCutcheon, and the towers at the Imperial Palace. It was a dream, a nightmare, a monster of black smoke.
It was a flash before my eyes.
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