I stopped looking..
31 mayo 2009
[Sun in her garden looking for her ring. She gets angry and starts ripping up plants. She sits down and cries. Locke enters.]
LOCKE: Bad day? [He hands her a handkerchief] It’s clean.
SUN: Thank you.
LOCKE: You mind if I sit? [She motions for him to sit.]
SUN: Did you see me?
LOCKE: Rip apart your garden? No. [She laughs.] Sometimes I wish I had a garden to tear apart.
SUN: I don’t think I have ever seen you angry.
LOCKE: Oh, I used to get angry. All the time. Frustrated too.
SUN: You are not frustrated anymore?
LOCKE: I’m not lost anymore.
SUN: How did you do that?
LOCKE: Same way anything lost gets found — I stopped looking.