Scott McCall

[Scott's been over the death toll for a while now. Physically, at least: the aches and the pains stopped. He feels like himself, or he would, if he could get out of his head. Because that still feels clouded over, like a shroud has been thrown over him and he can't claw his way free.

He died. He should be dead. He's alive.

Those three sentences, in no particular order, chase themselves across his thoughts. But he can't let that be an excuse. No one else does. And there are more important things going on here in the dark.

When the video comes on, Scott's in his room, with some candles and a battery powered lantern lighting various parts of the room. He's sitting on his bed, his lacrosse stick sitting across his lap.]

Jack's gone. I was hoping, while I was over there - on the other Barge - I didn't have my Item there. But his name isn't on it any more, and...I can't smell him anymore.

[He stares at the lacrosse stick, thumb running over the empty spot where it used to say Jack Shepherd.]

He was a really good guy, and...I just, he deserved another chance.

I'm sorry, if anyone's been looking for him. I just hoped he was still here.

[He kills the feed.]

[Private to the Admiral]

I don't know if you're still there - God, I hope you are. But when we - get moving again, or when you're not worried about...all of this. Can you change my Item?

I was thinking my mom's watch. The one my dad gave her. I don't know if that'll work, it's not like you've ever seen it, but...If you can. Thanks.

( open spam! )

[Once he gets past the urge to just spew apologies, once he feels a little less like tearing his hair out, he gets on the network.]

You know, I don't remember if I ever said anything about it. But there's an animal clinic on board. [He holds up a set of keys, jingles them.] That's what those keys were, a while ago. I've got some experience working in one so, um. If anything happens, I've got stuff for splints and vaccines and worms and stuff. Since it'd be really easy for one to infect a whole bunch, you know?

[He pauses, because he remembers how people said apologies were unnecessary, that flood-selves weren't real, but like before, it just feels necessary, just to get it off his chest.]

And I'm sorry I was so...I'm just sorry.

[Private to Daneca]

You especially.

[Private to Jack]

So that's got to be, like, the worst thing to get paired off of, right? [WORST BEHIND THEM THOUGH right? right?]

[Private to Iris and Bruce, separately]

And thanks. For not letting me do something...really bad.

[Spam for Alana]

[He thinks Alana probably needs more than a straightforward apology, though he's not sure why. Something tells him she doesn't really have friends here, and while it's kind of weird trying to be a friend to someone who could be, like, a school therapist or counselor or something, he also thinks it'd be nice to know that someone's thinking of you.

Or something. He's seriously not over thinking it.

So eventually, Scott makes his way to her door, knocking. He knows there's a dog in there.]