Lost - Second Generation

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Walking through the jungle, in search of Yemi. A black pillar of smoke appeared in front of them, a familiar sight. It lurched towards them as they mumbled a prayer. They're thrown through the air, slammed against the ground and trees. Face-down on the jungle floor, the smoke ticks away. They can't move, not that she has any control of that. John Locke, another familiar sight, moves their body. The sky looms over them, the canopy above swaying with the slight breeze. John speaks softly, words of reassurance. But it would not be okay. They mumble something inaudible to the hunter above them. He leans closer.

"You're next."

Clementine Philips body lurches upwards and awake with a sharp gasp. The sounds of the street outside remind her of where she is. Gainesville, Florida. Her breathing loud against the quiet drone of her apartment, she falls back onto her bed. She's really getting sick of that. She wonders if the dreams will ever stop. At least she can understand them better now. Locke was in her dream again, and revealed she was in Eko's body. She figured she wouldn't be sleeping again, and looked at her alarm clock. 3:16 in the morning. It was a common time to wake up. She sat up once more and swung her legs off the bed. Her feet hit the soft carpet and she began the walk to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Kelsie Miller was still awake in her shared apartment in Sacramento, California. Going through the same papers she'd seen countless times. Newspaper articles, photographs, physical evidence of lies. Yet, the world didn't seem to care. Kelsie had been working her whole life to get the truth out, and she was continually silenced. Shamed, even. She couldn't understand how the Oceanic Six had gotten away with this. This blatant lie. The disappearances of four only furthered the fact that this wasn't what it seemed. Yet, the media didn't care. Kelsie would prove it to them. She would out Katherine Austen and what the world believed to be her son. She would-

Monty, stopping her train of thought: "Hey, Kels. Still up, huh?"

Kelsie set the papers in their places and closed the binder, "Yeah, is it late?"

Monty: "About one. You okay?"

Kelsie turned to him, "Yeah. Fine."

Monty nodded slowly, then moved to his room.