Kate and Tom, 1989.

The words sound foreign rolling off Sawyer's tongue. Rather than flush, self-aware, she feels a chill creep up her neck and into her cheeks.

She thinks she's staring at him.

This is crazy. She's never mentioned that tape to anybody here or anybody they left on the island.

It's not mine, she wants to say, the instinct rising in shell-shocked slow motion, I don't know what you're talking about.

But if she tells him it's not hers and plays it down, he won't give her this easy chance at it again.

And if she reacts honestly, he sees what it means to her.

"Can I see the tape?"