No-one said much when Locke started keeping to himself more and more. It wasn't like he'd ever been the most talkative person, and they had other things to worry about. There was a bit of a ruckus when he wanted to stop hunting so much, but there was plenty of boar around and some other people had picked it up a bit by then, so eventually they left it. It wasn't until he started rooting through the other passengers' luggage for clothing and building a new cradle - and staring at the columns of black smoke that still ocassionally rose from the other side of the island - that they started to wonder, though.


Have some on me.

My bed is on legs. It's still GREAT, and quite exciting though.