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This was it. It was over, so long Sawyer. Nice knowing you - or not. Good job on surviving the crash, the raft, the god damn island. All to end at the hands of a woman and a pair of scissors. She was going to cut him he knew it, it would be an accident of course, straight through some major artery. The doctor was nowhere to be seen, bloody typical. He was never around when you needed him. Always popping up when you didn't want him.

"Easy there Freckles," those scissors were getting a little too close to the skin for him to be comfortable, "I like my ears where they are."

"Sit still," she laughed.

"Just get it over with."