“It’s a different one I met, then,” Gwen thinks, because the Sawyer she met on the island her first day was anything but respectable. She didn’t feel unsafe around him but he wasn’t the kind of man who cleaned up the way this little boy is describing and she never got a first name, but he just didn’t seem like a Tom.

“I’ll keep safe, I promise. Is there anyone I can find for you, anyone that you know that takes care of you here?”