By that time, Kate has caught sight of the cross, the name etched in the wood and she's frowning, staring at it. It's not fair, she thinks, to suddenly be so pissed off, but she is. Not at Chris, but at this place, because she's seen all the horrible shit it can throw at people, just like the island, but this has to be even worse than all that.

"What the fuck?" she asks, although she figures Chris can't answer that.