I heard a voice.  I couldn't quite make out what it said.  I swear I'm not crazy.  Maybe it's the apples. Maybe they're messing with my head.  It's not like I have a choice though.  They're all I've got.  They seem to be getting more bitter as I
go, and I'm not seeing as many of them any more.  I've started to carry several of them with me in case I can't find any.  Why did this have to happen to me?

Why am I here?  I'm a good person.  I don't deserve to be lost on this island forever.  I took care of my family, I paid my taxes, I went to church...  I don't deserve this.  I would give anything to see Lily and the boys again.  Is that so little to
ask?  I don't want much.  I just want to go home.