"Mrs. Reyes? Hugo's fine. We just thought you should know."
But, it had been Kate, Sawyer, and Claire who had went to New York to tell Walt that his father was dead.
On and on it had went. Then, sometimes, they would have a flash, a deja vu, of the island. Like six months ago, when a boy named Zack had approached Kate at the super market.
"You were there." He told her. And she had nodded. They all knew where "there" was.
"Hurley says 'hi'." He said then. Not knowing what else to do, Kate had thanked him. Zack had nodded, walked away, and they hadn't seen him since. When Kate had told the others about the run-in later that night, she had cried.
They had known already that Cindy, Emma, and Zack had made it off of the island with Desmond via the Elizabeth and a little Hurley intervention. Desmond had told them three and a half years ago. One day, a few months after their grand return, he showed up on their doorstep. His wife and young son were with him. They had stayed in LA for a few days, and then they left. But, while they were there Desmond had explained what had happened on the island after they left.
When Desmond had finally woke up, he was in Dharmaville. He smelled the distinct smell of bacon wafting through the air, and it confused him. He had been slow to his feet, his head spinning, but eventually he had finally made his way to the kitchen. There, standing by the stove, was Hurley. The last Desmond remembered there had been a war for the island going on, and it seemed so peculiar to see Hurley in this domesticated state.
"Hurley?" He had asked.
"Oh, hey, dude." Hurley had replied, glancing over his shoulder.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Desmond had asked. Hurley had explained then that the island was safe, but Jack was dead, and he, Hurley, was now the boss.
"I don't know dude, it's all pretty new." Hurley had explained as he ate his bacon. "But, basically, I'm Jacob, and Ben's Richard, and we're introducing this new regime or whatever."
"So where's Ben?" Desmond had asked. He seemed to have lost his grand enlightenment. He could no longer sense the other universe. He wondered if this had anything to do with the Man in Black or Jack dying. But he decided in the end that it didn't really matter. He had been wrong. There was no way to go to that world. Not anymore.
"He's out in the jungle, looking for any survivors, and making a list of who's going and who's staying." Hurley explained.
"Going? Going where?" Hurley beamed at this question, so happy to be able to tell Desmond that he was going home.
In the end, Ben had found twenty-thirty people still living on the island. With Hurley's permission, he had began to move most of them into the Dharma camp. There was talk about dispatching a few to some of the old Dharma stations in order to gain communication with the outside world. Hurley said it was something they were looking into. Just another project on their growing list, already they were planning to gather up all of the outriggers and other means of transportation. Someone was going to have to go and gather the remaining supplies from Widmore's camp, then there were repairs that needed to be made to Dharmaville, and Hurley wanted to go to his group's old camp and see if there was anything to see. Plus, a million other little things that needed to be cleaned up from what had happened. Most importantly, there was the matter of the funerals. Which Desmond had stayed for.
The body of the Man in Black looked so much like John Locke, Hurley couldn't bear to simply tossed in the sea. But, out of respect for Jack Shepherd's sacrifice, no funeral was held for it. It wasn't allowed with the graves of Libby, Boone, or the others. It was simply buried in the jungle. Desmond had helped Hurley and Ben dig the grave. They gathered all of the casualties, Widmore's men, the people from the temple, and with the help of the other inhabitants, they made a mass grave. They burned the bodies of the Ajira flight.
For Jack Shepherd, who had died for this island, they gave him his own grave, and they held a seperate funeral. Hurley didn't seem like the new Jacob to Desmond. He was too involved, too emotionally invested, he was helping too much. Desmond could see what they meant by "new regime".
Then, finally, it was time for Desmond to go home. In the end, there were only three people who wanted to leave the island with him; Cindy, Emma, and Zack.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Hugo?" Desmond had asked as they loaded the boat that day.
"Dude, I'm Jacob." Hurley had answered. "It'll work. Follow the bearings I gave you, you'll eventually come to an island. Fuel up there, then head here." Hurley tapped another set of coordinates. "From there you should be able to catch a flight to LAX. Get Zack and Emma home." Desmond had nodded. When he had reached the second island he had called Penny, and arranged for her to meet him in California.
It had been a grand tale, but it was incomplete. That was four years ago, and what was happening on the island now, if Hurley and Ben were still ruling in peace, well that was anyone's guess.
"Well, it's taken longer than we anticipated, Hugo, but I think we have finally gotten everything in the island back to working order." Ben Linus said, out of breath from his long walk up the lighthouse.
"That's good, dude." Hurley had said. "How many players do we have for the Island Open tomorrow?" He asked.
"Five or six." Ben replied, observing this leader at work. "If you don't mind my asking; you've been obsessing over this lighthouse for weeks. Ever since Desmond brought you the glass to repair it. What are you doing?" He had been ruling with Hurley for four years now, a job that he loved dearly. Still, there were things, part of Hurley's new role, he didn't quite understand.
Hurley just smiled as he spun the sun dial, and a small house came up on the glass. He looked so much different from the last time they had crossed paths that Ben barely recognized Walt Lloyd walking down the sidewalk.
"Planning my retirement." Hurley said quietly, as he leaned in to watch closer.