Well, it looks like most of our troubles are actually over; we're back in civilization... sort of. We're still on the island, but we've been found by some people who live here and are part of a modern community. And they seem to be Americans, from what I can tell. I still don't really know much about where I am. I basically woke up in what looks like some sort of hospital or infirmary, and Jim and Eli are occupying two other beds in here. A doctor came in to check on us -- a blonde woman who introduced herself as Dr. Burke. She explained to us that we're still on the island, some people found us and brought us here and that we were slightly malnourished and dehydrated, which is why we have IV needles in our arms. I started asking some questions, like if they found the rest of the survivors from the plane crash, where exactly we are, why I don't remember being brought here, and when we can go home, but all she said was that some of the other survivors are in this building and that someone would come by and answer all of our questions after we've had something to eat. That's fine by me. I could definitely use a good meal!
This place that I'm now in is rather interesting. It's basically a small modern village occupying a portion of the island. These people are apparently a community of researchers and scholars and other occupations whose purpose I haven't quite figured out yet. Their leader, a man named Benjamin Linus, came and spoke with us after we ate lunch (really good cheeseburgers, by the way), and he explained to us that there is very limited transportation to and from this island and that a submarine would be heading back to the U.S. in two weeks, for those of us who want to leave. But he also offered us the chance to get to know this little community in the meantime, and he suggested that there's a good chance that we'll end up wanting to stay, once we realize how special this place is. I'm not sure exactly what he meant by that, but I guess I'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, he's provided us with temporary housing -- two or three people per house, depending on the size of each house. I'm sharing a nicely furnished three-bedroom house with Jim and Eli.
One thing that strikes me as odd is that these people only rescued about half of us from the beach. Mr. Linus said there's a good reason why we were specifically chosen to join his people, but he wasn't willing to explain it just yet. Besides Jim and Eli and myself, I also saw Nancy, Peter, Eric, Joel, and those two kids, but nobody else that I recognized from the beach. I guess I'm kinda relieved that Ana Lucia didn't join us, but I still wonder what the deal is. Hopefully we'll get some answers soon. But anyway, at this point, I'm just looking forward to sleeping in a bed tonight!