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Post by Jack Shephard on Aug 17, 2008 19:42:18 GMT -5
Jack hadn't seen Kate since the trip for the transceiver had resulted in further tragedy. Seeing her reminded him of what had happened to the poor pilot, what he had been unable to stop, and it killed him. He couldn't get it out of his head. He felt a need to get over it though. Kate was too important, he knew. People would listen to her. He wiped the sweat from his brow now as he watched her crossing the beach. He had been trying to read. As active as his life had seemed, with two pregnant women troubling his waking and sleeping hours, there was a lot more downtime than you might think.
Jack smiled and approached her, his crinkled white shirt sticking to his back with light sweat from the afternoon sun. He looked up at the offending sunlight and squinted, smiling, as he looked back down at Kate, scratching at his rough chin and finally opening his mouth to speak, after a long silence.
"So, how have you been?"
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