Claire Littleton

You meet an early twenties blonde woman, carrying a baby her arms. You meet eye contact with her beautiful blue eyes.

"Hi" you say. "My name is John."

"Hi John." she replied with an Australian accent. "My name is Claire."

"Is the father of the baby on this island?" you ask hoping that he is not.

"No. He got cold feet and left a while ago." she replied. An awakered silence follows, before she says. "I have no idea why I just told you that. I mean we've only just met. Err... I'll see you later." She says and walks off.

"Hey. Yeah, I'll see you later."