"I don't have the first clue where he is," Jack said, his mind already working, "but Flore should be here. The fire pit's going, we were going to make lunch..."

The initial worry over her falling victim to the island's twisted sense of shaking people out of pure bliss and toss them into agony left him pretty quickly. In its wake was the memory of his conversation with Anatoly about the ghosts from people's pasts that had been cropping up a lot more often lately. Couple that with what day it was?

"Shit. I'm starting to get a twist in my stomach. The same thing that always happened just before everything went to hell when I was a cop. Florence isn't here, but she should be. And if he's missing, too? Seriously not good."