Bree was carrying branches and twigs to make a fire and cook her famous creme Tuna souffle.

Lynnette and Tom were rounding up their assorted offspring from the hatch, were the twins were throwing old records at each other.
Gabby was complaining about the quality of the sand on the beach to a beleaguered Carlos.

Susan was running from the jungle area, being chased by a polar bear.

Edie was laughing hysterically at Susan.

“Has anyone seen my son Andrew,”Bree asked.

“I saw him go into the cave with John on the other side of the island, Susan said as she ran past, the polar bear on her heels.

Edie was still laughing, when a small plane fell on her head.
No one noticed.

“Carlos, I’m hungry, why won’t you get the flight attendant to get me something to eat?,” she whined.

“Because you selfish witch, the flight attendant is dead, and in case you didnt notice, Gabby dear, this isn’t the Hotel Ritz in Maibu,” said an exasperated Carlos.

“Who are these people?”, Jack asked Hurley and Loche.