She ran her fingers through the sand, picking up a handful and dropping it back down. "But please, don’t be sorry. I’ll always listen, even if I have no infinite wisdom to give back."

But Shane was sorry. "Listen," she said softly, "you’ve been there for me the whole day and you don’t even know me. I don’t want to take all this stuff out on you, it’s not your fault." She wet her bottom lip and looked up at Paige apologetically. "I’m really grateful for everything you did today, okay?"

She tried to smile but there was still something sad written all over her face. "And hey, I’m sorry I grabbed your boob."

It was finally easy to laugh. It wasn’t brought on by an embarrassing moment or uneasy because of the dire situation, it was a good, honest laugh. "Yeah well, I gotta say, you had great timing with the grab. Things were getting pretty tense there for a minute."

Paige took a moment to pause and grew slightly serious. "I should be grateful to you, too. If I didn’t have something to focus on today I might’ve been a complete mess. So thank you."

Phyllis Kroll

"Leonard!" Phyllis shouted, walking towards the bonfire. For hours she’d been walking alone, searching for someone she knew. The realization of the plane crash had finally hit her and it wasn’t a very easy pill to swallow. She needed something familiar and it didn’t look like her baggage would be found any time soon, so Leonard was the next obvious choice.

The closer she got to the fire, the more a lone silhouette seemed to favor him. She was almost annoyed that he was just standing there when he should be out looking for her, too. "Leonard Kroll, where in the hell have you been?" By the slouch of his shoulders and the way his head dipped, Phyllis could tell he was cringing. That was definitely her husband.

"Phyllis, darling!" He turned around and rushed towards her. "I’ve been looking all over for you!" That was the most he had talked all afternoon and evening. He had been preparing for the moment he had to face her, because he knew it was inevitable. Nothing short of the apocalypse could destroy Phyllis Kroll. The plane crash was more like a speed bump for her.