This is the first of several Missing Pieces-like segments I've written.

Doug's eye opened, and he looked around. He must have fallen asleep, the thought, and sat up in his chair. The room around him was buzzing with life. Over to his left, Jerome and the blonde woman were busy looking through the many vinyl records that lined the shelves of their new home in the Barracks. The only other person in the room, Neil, sat in a chair, staring blankly at a painting of a ship that hung on the wall.

Doug looked around at the scarce amount of people that were around him. "It's funny," he said, "How so many people stayed with Jack. I mean, even though Jack's pretty much the leader of us survivors, after all Charlie did for us...even dying to protect us.…

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