Things are still getting crazy around here, but not by any of the people that I would've expected to cause trouble. In the middle of the day, Ilana and a few other people suddenly revealed that they'd found guns and announced that they were now in charge. They didn't exactly force any of us to do anything; they just proceeded to load a large crate and some other gear onto the last remaining canoe. Then our pilot finally returned from the main island, just in time for Ilana to knock him out with the back of her gun and drag him onto the canoe! Then they all took off in the canoe toward the main island. I have no idea what they're up to, but I'm not going to worry about it unless they come back.

Sheri did something kinda strange as Ilana and her group were getting into the canoe. She approached Ilana and asked if she could go with them! Ilana then asked Sheri a weird question that didn't make any sense, something about a statue, and Sheri obviously didn't understand it either, so Ilana refused Sheri's request and pointed her gun at her when Sheri tried to be persistent. I had to convince Sheri to back off. I questioned Sheri's sanity and why she wanted to go to that bigger island so badly, but she just said "never mind" and walked away. There's definitely something she's not telling me.

One thing that feels a bit weird is that as soon as Ilana and her group left, the rest of the Ajira survivors started to look to me as their leader, asking me what I think we should do and stuff! That's definitely something that never happened when I was among the Oceanic survivors on the other island, or at any time in my life back in the real world! I guess it's just because of the confidence I've been displaying with my survival skills, that I just seem like I know what I'm doing in general! I have no idea if this new leadership role will stick, but I do sense even more now that God has called me to minister to these people. I still hope to eventually make it over to the main island and look for any Oceanic survivors that might be there, but for now, I intend to focus on my new purpose here for as long as I can.

Well, both Locke and Ben are now apparently back on the main island. A few guys said they watched the two of them take one of the two remaining canoes over there today. They said that Ben had a gun and shot Caesar during the confrontation. That's a real shame, because Caesar's been doing a good job at taking charge of things ever since we crashed here. Anyway, I'm guessing Locke and Ben are over there to rejoin the rest of the Others. Ben apparently finally woke up from his coma either late last night or early this morning, and I guess that's the only thing Locke was waiting for. Ben actually took me by surprise and almost spotted me on the beach this morning, but luckily he didn't seem to notice or recognize me. But I feel a lot more relaxed now that those two are gone. It'd be great if they and the rest of the Others don't bother us over here on this smaller island, but I do know that they've used this island before.

Oh yeah, and Sheri asked me why I seemed to be afraid of Ben this morning. I tried to deny it and just said I was surprised to see him walking around, but then Sheri gave me that same suspicious look again. I think she suspects that I'm hiding something. I just might have to come out and tell her everything at some point. But only if she brings it up.

Our second day on the island passed without much incident -- I somehow managed to avoid Locke all day, and Ben is still unconscious in our makeshift infirmary -- and I was actually able to accomplish a lot. I showed a few guys how to open a coconut, and then later I showed them how to make a fishing pole out of a bamboo stick and some thread we found in the luggage and a hook out of a small piece of airplane shrapnel. This woman named Ilana was impressed and said I reminded her of some guy on the Discovery Channel who apparently teaches survival techniques, but I didn't know what she was talking about. Then she jokingly said that I must've crashed on a deserted tropical island before. Heh, little does she know! But I did notice that Sheri, who was standing nearby, started giving me a sort of suspicious look after Ilana made that comment, but I could just be imagining it. Anyway, when I asked Ilana if she had any idea where the pilot disappeared to, she said that the pilot took off in a canoe with some woman yesterday (Sun, I'm guessing), and it looked like they were headed for the bigger island. Sheri then suggested that we should take one of the other canoes and go check out that bigger island for ourselves and see if there's any civilization there. Of course, I already know that we don't want to deal with the "civilization" on that island. And while I'm curious to find out if that's where Jack, Kate, Sayid and Hurley ended up, finding them on that island would be like finding a needle in a haystack. So I convinced Sheri that we need to all stay together and focus on surviving on this island for now in case the pilot comes back, and that Sheri needs to look after her brother. I'm actually starting to feel that my new duty is to this new group of Ajira survivors. It's been a long time since I've felt a real sense of purpose like this.

Would you believe... John Locke is now sitting amongst this new group of plane crash survivors! I have no idea where the heck he came from. The woman who found him (I think her name is Roxanne) said she saw him standing in the water a little further down the beach, wearing a suit! What the heck?!? Was he actually on the plane, and I just somehow never saw him, or did he come back to this island before us? And you know, I could've sworn Hurley had mentioned at some point that Locke was dead, but then again, Hurley wasn't exactly the most reliable source regarding dead people. Anyway, Locke claims he doesn't remember how he got here, which I don't buy. I know he'd developed some kind of personal agenda during his time on the island, and from what Sawyer told me, Locke may even be working with Ben now, so I just don't trust him at this point... which is why I've been trying to stay hidden from him ever since Roxanne brought him to our camp. Luckily he hasn't seemed to notice me so far, but I don't know how long I can keep him from seeing me.

Speaking of Ben, he's now lying down unconscious in that building with the rest of the injured passengers. I noticed him when I went in there to check on Sean. And Ben looked pretty badly beaten. I wonder what happened. And what ever happened to Sun?? Or the pilot, for that matter? First day back on the island, and already things are absolutely crazy!

Well... here we go again! I am once again sitting on a beach on a deserted island amongst a group of plane crash survivors. I think this island is a lot smaller than the one we were on before, but I'm pretty sure it's related. We found some abandoned buildings and animal cages near our crash site, and they have the familiar Dharma Initiative logo all over them. And one of the other Ajira survivors said he could see a much bigger island across the water on the other side. In fact, this could be that smaller island where the Others had imprisoned Jack, Kate and Sawyer for a while -- in which case that bigger island would be "our" island -- but I'm not entirely sure. Jack and Kate would definitely know... but I haven't the foggiest idea where they disappeared to! I haven't seen them or Hurley or Sayid ever since I woke up on the floor of the plane after it crash-landed. I did see Sun on the beach shortly after we all exited the plane, but then she followed Ben into the jungle, and so did the pilot for some reason, and I haven't seen any of them since. Maybe it's for the better, because I'd still like to avoid being seen by Ben for as long as it's reasonable to do so. This is his home turf, so there's no telling what he might be planning.

I spent most of the last few hours gathering food in the jungle for everyone (though we're mostly eating the rest of the airline meals tonight) and showing a few people the best types of branches to use for firewood. I've also been helping Sheri attend to her brother Sean who severely broke his leg in the crash. Now I don't have any sort of medical expertise, but... trust me, his leg is broken! We actually just moved him and a few other injured survivors into one of the buildings where a few people found medical supplies. (Where's Jack when you need him??)

I've already gotten a few interesting reactions to my apparently impressive survival skills. I'm not trying to show off or anything, but I'm just trying to do what I happen to already know will help all of us. I just haven't told them that I've done this before! A couple of people did accuse me of being a pessimist because I've been putting a lot of focus on long-term survival on the island and none on figuring out how to get rescued, which is understandable when it's only their first day. For now, I'm just going to keep doing what I know is best. I never thought I would say this, but... it actually feels good to be back!

Great... I just came out of the bathroom, and now I can't get back to my seat because the food service cart is blocking the aisle! I didn't realize they were going to start serving breakfast at 1 in the morning, especially since most of the passengers are asleep! Ironically, the toilets up in front are a lot closer to my seat, but they're right behind the first class section, and the curtain is slightly open, and I just didn't want to risk being seen by that Ben guy, so I decided to walk all the way to the back of the plane to use the bathroom. And now I'm stuck back here until the cart moves out of the way. Oh, great, and now we start to experience heavy turbulence! Oh, and the seatbelt sign just came on. But I can't even get to my seat! Woah!! Ooff! Dang, I just got knocked off my feet and almost fell onto a passenger! Woah!! Dang, this turbulence is nasty! Ack...eiip! You know, the last time I experienced turbulence this bad... Oohh...gee...ack!! Yep. We're not going to Guam, are we! OOFF!!

I'm sitting on board Ajira Airways Flight 316, about to take off from LAX in a few minutes, headed for Guam. I'm in the coach section, while Hurley is up in first class... along with Jack... and Kate... and Sayid... and Sun... What the heck is going on?!?! I couldn't believe my eyes when I first got to the gate just as people were starting to board the plane, and I saw Sayid, Sun and Kate get in line, and then I noticed Jack talking to Hurley over by the gate counter. Did Some Dude talk all of them into boarding this plane, too?!? I guess I'll go find out in a bit. I don't even think they know I'm on board yet. Jack and Hurley were too busy talking to notice me walk by them as I boarded the plane, and Kate was busy settling into her seat as I walked by her. I think Sayid might've seen me, and I have no idea if Sun did. The main reason I haven't talked to any of them yet is because I was in kind of a mad rush to board the plane and find my seat, and I figure I'll have plenty of time once we take off. So for now, I'll just...

Woah!! This is getting weirder by the minute! Sheri Gale, that Canadian missionary I met in Tunisia who helped me get back to the U.S., just got on this plane! She was just as surprised to see me as she walked by my seat. She introduced me to her younger brother Sean, a college-age kid, and said that they're both heading to Guam to spend some time with another branch of their missionary organization. They're seated toward the back of the plane. Talk about a crazy coincidence! Or is it? I never did figure out why she was so eager to help me in Tunisia... and now that I think about it, she first started talking to me when I was reading that newspaper article about the Oceanic Six! Could she somehow be associated with Some Dude? Does she know about the island?? Naah, I'm starting to sound like some crazy conspiracy theorist or something.

What the...?! Ben just got on this plane!! He's sitting just on the other side of that curtain! I know it's definitely him because Hurley just made a big fuss about it as soon as he walked on. And from what I could see through the curtain, it looked like Jack was trying to reassure Hurley, as though Ben's presence was to be expected! What the heck is going on?!?! You know, I think I've just changed my mind about going up there and letting them know I'm on board. I've got a bad feeling about this!

I didn't sleep well at all last night. I kept thinking about Hurley's offer for this free ticket to Guam, which he believes is actually a ticket back to the island. Even though I still don't really believe Some Dude's claim that this flight is going to end up on the island, I think a part of me is sort of hoping it will. I finally realized that I'd really regret it if I passed up my one and only opportunity to return to the island. And even if it's not, at least I'll get to visit Guam for a few days, which would add some excitement to my otherwise dull life. So I've decided to go for it. As soon as I get all packed up, I'm heading to the airport.

I'm starting to regret giving Hurley my cell phone number. He just called me, said he was cleared of the murder charges and released from prison, and offered me what he believes is a chance to go back to the island. Okay, get this... he said that "some dude" he met in a cab told him that a certain flight leaving from LAX tomorrow will somehow end up on the island. How "some dude" is supposed to know ahead of time that this particular flight is going to crash on the island is completely beyond me. But somehow Hurley was sold on the idea, and now he's offering me a free ticket for that flight, which is actually bound for Guam. Okay, first, the whole idea of assuming that this commercial flight will take us to the island just because "some dude" said so is absolutely absurd. And as far as being offered a free ticket to Guam, a place that's not exactly high on my list of vacation spots... it's still just a one-way flight, and I can't afford the trip home! Besides, I've got a job interview this Friday, and it's...

Wait, hold on...

Okay, Hurley just called me back again and offered to buy me a round-trip ticket. Geez, how much money does that guy have?!? He said he'd put it in my name, so that if I want to, I can just check in at the airport and show my ID. (Of course, I told Hurley that it would have to be under the name Wayne Garlow.) Well, I still wasn't sure if I wanted it, so Hurley just said he'd buy it for me anyway in case I did want it, and we just left it at that. I still think it sounds like a bad idea. Whoever "some dude" is, he's probably trying to lure Hurley into some kind of scam, and who knows what'll happen if I board that plane. In any case, I have until tomorrow afternoon to decide if I want to spend a weekend in Guam with a crazy guy.

After my brief five-minute conversation with Hurley at L.A. County Lockup today, I am now convinced that he is crazy. I tried asking him what happened -- why he broke out of the mental hospital and whether he really killed those three men -- but nothing he told me made any sense. He said Sayid showed up at his door the other night, completely out of the blue, told Hurley they were in danger, killed those men because they were shooting tranquilizer darts at them, and one of the darts hit Sayid, so now Sayid is being taken care of by Jack, who, of course, doesn't even work at the hospital anymore. Then when I asked Hurley why he turned himself in, he said that Ben -- that supposed leader of the Others that we captured on the way to the radio tower -- showed up in his kitchen last night and tried to tempt him to go back to the island, so Hurley ran outside and turned himself in to the police just to get away from Ben! Okay, now... first of all, why would some strange men be stalking Hurley like an animal, and why would Sayid just suddenly show up out of the blue to rescue him? And why would Ben be showing up now at Hurley's house to bring him back to the island?! I walked out of there confused and in disbelief, and then I remembered that the reason Hurley was in the mental institution in the first place had something to do with hallucinations, so then it finally made sense. He's having these delusions, possibly caused by post-traumatic stress from his experiences on the island -- I don't know, I'm not a psychiatrist -- and all of this stuff is in his head. I do feel sorry for Hurley, since he was a good guy, and it's sad that he turned out like this. I hope he's not found guilty of the murders.

One interesting thing did come out of our brief conversation, when we were talking about the idea of going back to the island. I realized at that point, that it would be nice to go back, if it were possible. But I know that going back to the island is just not going to happen, so my only goal now is to continue trying to adjust to my new life here in the real world. I'm calling in my availability to the temp agency tomorrow. Hopefully there will be no more of these surprises from now on.

Well, I just saw a news update that Hurley is now in police custody after he turned himself in. The cops apparently arrested him right in front of his parents' house just a few hours ago. So I guess now I know where to find him... which is good because the people I talked to at Santa Rosa today weren't helpful at all. They said all information regarding their patients is confidential, so they couldn't tell me anything about his recent behavior to explain his escape and murder accusation. So then I decided to go to St. Sebastian to ask Jack if he'd heard anything about it... only to find out that Jack has been suspended from the hospital, I'm guessing because of his drinking. And unfortunately, I never got Jack's address or phone number.

So anyway, I guess the next thing I need to do is pay a visit to whichever jail Hurley is being held at so I can hear his side of the story. Sheesh, first a mental hospital, and now I gotta visit a jail??!

I just happened to be watching the news this morning (I bought a small cheap TV yesterday), and it said that Hugo Reyes was on the run from police as a triple-murder suspect! Sure enough, they showed a picture of Hurley holding a gun, apparently taken by a witness's cell phone camera! They said he broke out of Santa Rosa last night, then allegedly shot and killed three people! What's the deal??!? Either I was mistaken, and Hurley really is crazy, or something else is going on that caused Hurley to be accused of the murders. And I think it might be worthwhile for me to try to find out whatever I can, because I just remembered that I gave Hurley my address and phone number when I visited him last month, and the last thing I need is some crazy guy with a gun stalking me! It's still really hard for me to believe that Hurley would do something like this, though. Since my temp job at the box company ended last Friday, I think I'll go visit Santa Rosa today and ask if they know what might've caused Hurley to do what the news said he did.

It's now been three weeks since I've been back. I can't really say life is back to normal, though. The biggest problem with starting over with a new identity is finding a decent job. While I know I still have marketable skills as a software developer, every company I apply for requires references that can validate my experience, or proof of my education. So until I can figure out some other way to demonstrate my skills to a prospective employer, I'm working a data entry job that I got through a temp agency, tracking purchase orders at a box company, just so I can pay rent. And for what this job pays, and the cost of rent in California nowadays, the only thing I can afford is a tiny run-down studio apartment in the worst part of Santa Ana. I don't even have any furniture yet, nor can I afford any simple luxuries I enjoyed before, like TV and internet. I can't even afford to go swing dancing anymore.

The other thing that's been tough has been not being able to make new friends. I mean, I know I was pretty much okay being a loner before, but at least I had people in my life that I knew I could call or e-mail whenever I wanted to. And then being forced to become a part of a community on that island made me realize just how much I needed the company of other people. The problem I'm having now is that I just don't like lying, especially after having renewed my desire to live a life pleasing to God, and that just leads me to avoid meeting new people just so that I don't have to talk about my personal life. And I know that when I was on the island, I told myself that I'd start going back to church regularly if I ever got rescued, but it's hard to look for a new church from scratch, especially without internet access.

Basically what I'm realizing is that my new life so far is no better than living on the island! In fact, it's worse, because I also have a full-time boring job and no friends. I really feel like I'm sacrificing a lot just to keep all my island friends "safe"... from whom or what? I'm thinking of giving it one more month, and if things don't improve, I'm seriously considering breaking the Oceanic Six cover, just so that I can get my life back!

Well, now I've had the experience of visiting a patient in a mental hospital! It actually went a lot better than I was expecting. Unlike Jack, Hurley seemed like pretty much the same person I knew on the island, and he was very willing to talk to me. I don't really understand why he's even in a mental hospital -- the only thing he really said about that is that he has hallucinations or something. But he seemed very normal the whole time I was talking to him, other than him asking me if I was alive or dead when I first entered his room. But anyway, he recapped the true story of how he and the rest of them got off the island -- how they were in the helicopter and managed to pick up Sun and Aaron and Desmond from the freighter before it exploded, how the island disappeared in a flash of light before their eyes (that must've been when I experienced the very first time flash), and how they were found by Desmond's girlfriend who was searching for Desmond in her boat. He also explained that it was Jack's idea to lie to the public about their story in order to protect the people they left behind on the island. It turns out that the man who sent the freighter to kill everyone on the island is supposedly the same man who staged the fake wreckage of Flight 815 at the bottom of the ocean, and he happens to be Desmond's girlfriend's father.

As Hurley explained all of this, the pieces all started to come together. Although nobody knows what this man's agenda is, he's clearly a very dangerous man who's capable of doing just about anything to protect his interests, and we know from all those Dharma hatches and polar bears and the Others that there's definitely something fishy going on with that island. So there's no telling what would happen if we went public with the truth about everything we experienced. Oh, and the other thing that Hurley mentioned was that Locke visited him just this morning, along with some mysterious creepy guy that had visited Hurley a while back, trying to convince him to go back to the island! Hurley, of course, refused to listen to him, and I don't blame him. The last time I saw Locke, he was justifying throwing a knife in that woman's back. I don't know what the heck that island did to Locke, but he's clearly trouble.

Anyway, given everything I learned from my talk with Hurley, I've decided that I need to support the Oceanic Six cover story and continue living under my new identity, not just for my sake, but for the sake of the Oceanic Six and all of our friends still on the island (whoever happened to survive that flaming arrow attack). And Hurley agreed not to tell Locke that I'm off the island if he ever sees him again. So now... I basically have to start a new life! Ugh.

My meeting with Jack was brief and didn't go very well. I managed to catch him as he was leaving his shift at the hospital. He seemed way different from the Jack I knew on the island. He looked like he hadn't shaved for several days, way worse than I ever saw him on the island, and I smelled alcohol on his breath. It's a wonder he hasn't been suspended from the hospital. It took him a few seconds to recognize me, but once he realized who I was, he seemed more worried and agitated than glad to see me, and he pretty much acted like a jerk the more I tried to talk to him. The only things he cared to ask me were if anybody else besides me had left the island, and whether I'd told anybody who I really was. All he seemed to care about was that I don't blow their cover story, and when I asked him why, he merely snapped back, "Please, just don't!" as he walked quickly toward his car. Before he drove off, I asked him where I could find the rest of the Oceanic Six. He had no idea where Sayid was, and he said that Hurley is a patient at the Santa Rosa Mental Health Institute "because he's crazy"... whatever that means. Then when I asked about Kate, Jack got really defensive and cut me off, saying, "Look, please, I'm glad you're safe, but I just can't... I gotta go!" Then he drove off.

Just what the heck happened to Jack?! Oh well, I guess the next thing I could try doing is visiting Hurley in the mental hospital. But I'm worried about what kind of mental state I'm going to find him in! And if I can't get any useful answers out of him, then I'm seriously considering going to the media and telling them the truth about who I am and where I was. No sense in living someone else's lie when I don't even know why they're lying!

I just checked into the Motel 6 in Inglewood, about five minutes away from LAX! My plane landed about an hour ago, and I picked up the rental car that Miss Gale's people reserved under my name... or rather, the name Wayne Garlow... which I guess I have to get used to as my new name for a while, or maybe indefinitely. And there was yet another nice surprise waiting for me inside the rental car -- a cell phone with a hand-written note next to it, addressed to Wayne Garlow, saying that this phone is mine to use and already has the first two months prepaid with unlimited nationwide calling! And this phone looks way more high-tech than any cell phone I've ever seen... though I do have to remember that three years have passed in the real world since the last time I used a cell phone. But anyway, it sure is great being back in southern California!

I was pretty nervous flying, especially when I was flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Flying Oceanic Airlines didn't help, either. But other than having to spend a lot of time sitting in airports, everything went smoothly, and now I can add Tunisia and France to the list of countries I've been to. Oh, and Australia, of course. (Dang, that feels like ages ago!)

Anyway, now I need to begin the big task of basically starting my life over -- finding a job and a permanent place to live. But the first thing I need to do is get in touch with at least one of the Oceanic Six and find out exactly what the heck happened with them and why they're lying. While I was in Tunisia, I did manage to find out that Jack works at St. Sebastian Hospital here in L.A., so that's the first place I plan to look tomorrow.

Dude! When Sheri told me she'd try to help me get back to the US, I thought she meant nothing more than booking a flight -- she actually went above and beyond that, providing me with a whole new identity, with documentation to go with it, including a Canadian passport, a green card so I can get a job in the US, a California driver's license, and $2,000 US cash to get me started!! Plus she even has a rental car reserved for me when I land at LAX! This is just unreal! I'm starting to wonder if Sheri is really a missionary (or if she's even a Canadian -- I can't detect any hint of a Canadian accent when she talks, and I heard her say "bathroom" instead of "washroom" on one occasion). Just what kind of person has the kind of connections that can whip up all that official documentation in just three days?!?! And not only that, but, why?? Normally I'd be too skeptical to accept such an offer, but in this case, my only other option would be to try to make it on my own in this foreign place with no money, ID, or ability to speak the language. Living on that island would be far better! So I'm taking her up on her entire offer, so tomorrow evening, I'll be boarding a plane to Los Angeles!

Oh, and Sheri, or whoever was in charge of forging my new identity, picked a rather weird name for me: "Wayne Garlow". What kind of a name is that?! Oh well, no use complaining about it, I guess.

Other than that, I've just been spending the last three days enjoying the comforts of a luxury hotel. I think this place is even fancier than the one I stayed at in Sydney! Of course, it's possible that 100 days on the island might've affected my perceptions of comfort. And it feels pretty weird sleeping on a bed again after more than 100 days, but it didn't take long to get used to. But anyway, right now, I'm just looking forward to finally going home!

Well, things are finally starting to shape up, thanks to this random girl in her mid-20's who just happened to be visiting the infirmary this morning and made a comment to me about the newspaper I was reading with the "Oceanic Six" headline. She's the first English-speaking person I've encountered since yesterday, so I finally got a few of my questions answered. First, it turns out I'm in Tunisia!! What the heck?! Not knowing how I left the island is one thing, but what the heck am I doing in Tunisia?! The other thing that surprised me is that it's not January 2005 like I'd assumed from the newspaper -- it's November 2007!! That means it's been almost three years since those six left the island! Anyway, this girl, whose name is Sheri Gale and said she's a missionary from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, started asking questions about who I am and why I seemed confused about my circumstances, so at that point, in light of this Oceanic Six mystery, I decided to play dumb and pretend I have amnesia. Then I told her that I haven't figured out yet how I'm going to get back to the US without any money or ID, so she kindly offered to drive me to a nearby hotel and get me a room to stay in while she works on a way of getting me a flight out of here through her missionary organization! That's pretty cool!

I'm convinced now that God is continuing to look after me. This is really amazing how this all worked out, that this Canadian missionary showed up just at the right moment. Come to think of it, I didn't even bother to ask her why she was visiting the infirmary. It appears that whatever she was there to do, she didn't do it. She walked in, started talking to me, then as soon as she decided to help me, we both got in her car and came to the hotel. I don't know too many people who would just drop what they're doing and go out of their way to help a stranger like that!

I was walking toward the bathroom, and I happened to glance down at a copy of the London Daily Tribune whose huge front-page headline caught my eye: "OCEANIC SIX SURVIVORS RECEIVE HEROES WELCOME"! What I read in it was surprising and exciting, yet at the same time disturbing and confusing. Sure enough, it was about six survivors from Oceanic Flight 815 who made it home: Jack, Kate, Hurley, Sayid, Sun, and baby Aaron. So I'm excited to learn that they made it off the island and back to civilization, since I'd previously thought that they all died when the freighter exploded. But the article goes on to describe a bunch of things that blatantly contradict what I know as an Oceanic 815 survivor. They said the plane crashed in the ocean?? They were among eight people who drifted to an uninhabited island near Indonesia?? Sun said her husband (Jin) never made it off the plane?!? Kate gave birth to Aaron on the island?!?! They insist there were no other survivors besides them??!? Hurley was worth $150,000,000 before the crash?!?!

Obviously, either the London Daily Tribune reporter is really terrible at reporting accurate facts, or the "Oceanic Six" are intentionally lying to the public for some reason. Also, the article is dated January 14, 2005, which means it's been at least two weeks since the freighter exploded, so it's entirely possible that I somehow made it off the island during that time and ended up in the desert, and for some reason lost my memory of those two weeks. But then that doesn't explain why I still had the same rope-burn on my hands when I woke up in the desert today. But if I am off the island, then there's no telling what would happen if I were to start telling people that I'm a survivor of Oceanic 815, since that article states that those six were the only survivors. For all I know, they might have a perfectly good reason for lying. So I really need to be careful in how I go about seeking answers tomorrow.

Right now I'm sitting on a bed in a small infirmary in a primitive-looking village, surrounded by people who don't speak English. After following those wires for a couple of hours, a few guys in an off-road jeep came by, speaking a foreign language that I couldn't identify but sounded kind of like Arabic. One of them noticed the rope-burn on my hands, so they brought me here to be treated by a doctor, so now I've got bandages wrapped around my hands. (Luckily I can still somewhat use my fingers.) Then they brought me some food and water, I guess because they figured that I'd been wandering alone in the desert for a while. Except... that was a few hours ago, and they've pretty much left me alone ever since. I don't know if they were expecting me to leave, or what. I mean, it's not like I need to stay overnight in a hospital to recover from rope-burn. The only reason I'm still here is simply because I'm exhausted and I have nowhere else to spend the night, and they haven't kicked me out. But tomorrow I should start trying to seek some answers any way I can. From what I've seen, I'm actually starting to wonder if I'm even on the island anymore!