"Not the pig. The man." I haven't forgotten him, or that moment in the parking lot. It was one of the first times that I've seen Sawyer look anything less than composed. And we all had our share of the dead coming back to haunt us on Halloween. I slip down from the tree, landing on my feet as silently as possible just through pure habit.

I don't know why I follow him. This is stupid - one knife is hardly enough to hunt down a boar given the size of them on this island. And I bet he walks loudly too. Even if boars are stupid, they aren't that stupid.

Or maybe I'm just unused to hunting with anyone but Gale.