"She'll never love you billy-boy, and you can thank you stars for that. She is nothing but trouble in a nice dress", the wise old man in the pink trench-coat declared.

"I know", the young man said, as he made the call.

And that was just the thing, he thought as he waited for her to answer. He had always known it, from the moment he had seen her. She had been with Hurley 'The Fist' Sawyer, when he had first met her 5 years and 4 other men ago.

"Hello". That voice. So serene, so playful, with a barely concealed innocence that never failed to blow his mind.

"Its me. Did he call?".

"Not yet, but its only 9:40 yet and he said he might be a little la..."

"Yeah, how much longer are you planning to wait?"

"Oh Tony, you dont have to do this. If he doesnt show up, I'll go alone. You dont have to...". Like he would ever let her enter that shithole alone.

"How much longer?"

"10:30 but.."

"I'll call you at 10:15". She was still talking as he hung up.

"We'll wait till 10:30", he told the old man, who just looked at him with an all to knowing and far too sad smile on the corner of his tobacco-blackened old lips.