Shane McCutcheon

Shane had spent most of the afternoon lying on the beach resting with Paige and the kids not too far away. They had been talking for a while about normal, every day things, trying to get time to pass and got to know each other a little bit better.

Now Shane was feeling slightly better and had gotten up to go for a short walk and take a look around. Paige was watching Shay and Shane was grateful; she needed to have a moment to herself, to try to put everything back together again.

She let her thoughts wander… If you were to look past the plane crash and everything it brought with it, the island truly was a beautiful place. It looked like a paradise, like she would have imagined Eden itself would have looked like. Exotic trees and flowers, the ocean reached as far as the eye could see, and the white beach seemed to stretch all the way on both sides from where they were. Of course, she couldn’t see this now, it was too dark already, but she’d noticed it earlier that day.

I wouldn’t mind living here… she thought to herself, thinking that, for her own sake it wouldn’t be such a catastrophe if the rescue team never showed up. This was a new place, she would be able to start over. No stupid modelling career, not having to hear all the rumours the other parents at Shay’s school were spreading about her, and about Kian…

She sat down in front of the fire wrapping her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. She hadn’t found her things yet, and neither had Shay. Maybe they would tomorrow. She’d heard that the people who were sorting all the things that didn’t get destroyed in the crash had found some blankets and she might ask for one later. It was hot as hell in the day, but after the sun set and the chilly winds came in from the sea, sleeping outdoors didn’t seem as pleasant as it had been in daylight.

Shane looked around at the ground and found a pile of newspapers. She wasn’t sure why someone had put them there, but thought that maybe they were supposed to use them to bring the fire back to life if it went out. She picked up one of them and started to absentmindedly flip through the pages. She stopped suddenly when she saw a picture of a face she knew all too well. No… she thought desperately, not here….