Buffy sat on a beach next to a man dressed in white. They were playing a game with white and black stones, but she couldn’t tell if she was winning or losing. She looked to study his face. He was blond with a scruffy beard. He seemed young, but for some reason she knew that he was much older than his looks let on.
“Are you enjoying yourself Buffy?”
“I don’t know. Do I know you?”
“Yes you do, but you probably don’t remember. You were very young when we met.”
“Who are you?”
“Where are we Jacob?”
He gestured around him, “This is my home.”
There was a loud rumbling from behind the man. Buffy stood up and looked in the direction of the noise. It was coming from the jungle. Jacob didn’t seem to notice. “What was that?”
“Don’t worry about that. It can’t hurt me.”
“Can it hurt me?”
He looked up into her eyes and smiled, “It will kill you if given the chance. Do not be tempted.”
Buffy sat straight up. She looked at Faith who was still sleeping soundly. The sun was starting to rise so she got up instead of trying to go back to sleep. What was that dream about? Was it one of her slayer dreams?
She wandered around for a little while before settling down on the beach overlooking the ocean. Watching the waves crash back and forth made her remember when she was a little girl and her parents would take her to the beach to play. She heard footsteps behind her but didn’t turn to acknowledge them.
Parker sat down next to her. Neither one of them talked, they just sat in companionable silence. After about an hour Parker finally looked at her and said, “Don’t die today. That would be sad.” Buffy didn’t know what to say to that but Parker just smiled, slapped her on the back, and walked away.
Buffy was still wondering what just happened when Elliot came over to her. “Parker doesn’t normally warm up to people. It’s weird that she would even try to talk to you.”
“Is she always so…”
“Yeah. She’s crazy and a little annoying sometimes, but you get used to it…somewhat.” He walked away from her to join Hardison and Parker by a fire.
She noticed Jack, Kate, and another guy heading for the jungle. She ran to catch them before they got too far. “Where are you guys going?”
“I think I know where the cockpit landed. I saw some smoke over that way.”
“We’re going to go see if we can find a transceiver to call for help.”
“Are you nuts? Were you not here last night?”
“Yeah we were, which is all the more reason to try and get off this island as fast as possible.”
“What if that thing comes after you?”
“I will go with doctor.” They turned to see Hiro get up from his place on a log.
“Fine, but let’s hurry. I wanna get back as soon as possible.” Hiro bowed and followed the group into the jungle.
Buffy wasn’t sure if this was much better but at least Hiro could teleport. She was going to go back and wake up Faith when she ran into Peter. “Oh! Sorry!”
“It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to go look for whatever caused that noise last night.”
“Yeah, I’ll go wake up Faith.”
He put his arm up to stop her, “It might be easier if only two of us went. That way I can fly us over there to see if we can track it. It would be quicker.”
She knew Faith wouldn’t be too happy about being left out, but she didn’t really care right now. She wanted to get this done and over with. “Alright let’s go.” As they were flying over the camp she saw Faith flirting with that guy Elliot. Maybe she wouldn’t be so pissed about missing out on tracking this thing.
They searched the entire area where Peter had seen the black smoke but there was nothing. It was hard to find any tracks due to the torrential downpour. They were going to give up and head back to camp when they heard the noise again followed by screaming. Peter grabbed Buffy and took off in the direction of the noise.
They saw the black smoke that Peter had been talking about. Something flew out of it and it disappeared. When they went to investigate they found what they were assuming was the pilot of their plane. He had been mangled and was covered in blood. Whatever it was they were tracking had to be humungous to throw a full grown man in the top of a tree.