I've spent my life running from a past I can't seem to escape. Including a US Marshal that refused to give up on catching me for crimes I had no choice but to commit. I was on Flight 815 heading to LA, handcuffed, when the plane went down. The Marshal didn't last very long on the island, leaving me free from having to run from him. I still don't feel free, keeping the secret of my life from everyone else on the island. Well...everyone except for Jack, Hurley, and Sawyer. We're trying to survive as best we can on the island, but we have more then just lack of food and water to contend with. There have been...odd situations, to say the least.