"I know you have more questions than answers at this point, but come to the enclosed location and all will be revealed to you."
Goodwin Stanhope had gone slightly insane, but that no longer bothered him. He was looking for release at this point. When the survivors came upon him, he smiled and giggled to himself.
He sat in a lavish armchair in the middle of a small group of trees. Pinned to each tree was a body. Sun and Jin pinned closed together, locked in an embrace. Juliet with a smile on her face that would haunt the survivors for the rest of their lives. Scott Jackson shrugged his shoulders as if in lament that this would be his final memory.
In the middle of it all, Stanhope smiled. He looked at the group and knew it was utterly futile to continue trying to live. Death was here, so inviting.
He looked them in the eyes, each of them in the awkward silence, finally ending on Jack and spoke one sentence before Sayid let him join his macabre gallery.
"Can we still be friends?"
Ryker, Goodwin Stanhope - Mafia Janitor, has thrown in the towel.