Charlie struggled to lift the log onto its supports. Eko was already setting up the next supports for the northern wall. He was falling behind. "A little help," he called to Ginny, who was watching the waves. She had adopted Hermione's chopstick look.

She hurried over and helped him push the log into place. "Thanks," said Charlie, wiping his hands. They moved over to the next log. "By the way, what's a Muggle?"

Ginny just shrugged. "Slang. For Americans."

"I've never heard it before." Ginny just shrugged again.

"So, how did you guys end up here?"

Ginny shook her head as they carried the log to the church-in-progress. "I can't tell you."

"You mean you won't tell us. Come on, it can't be that bad. Take me for example. I was a drug addict. Heroin. But I've been clean for the last couple of weeks. Now it's your turn."

"Is that why everyone hates you?" Ginny asked, ignoring the question.

"That and I tried to baptize Aaron without Claire's permission." Eko glanced up at Charlie, but did not elaborate.

"How does that work?" asked Ginny. "Couldn't she just get it reversed or something?"

"Regardless," said Charlie. "I've just told you my biggest secret in the world…" he motioned for her to pick up the conversation.

Ginny opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, then closed it with another shake of her head. "I can't. I'm sorry. It's illegal."

"Heroin's illegal -" Charlie protested.

"No, not our actions! Telling you about them!" Ginny's voice rose. "It's illegal to tell you about…us!"

"How can it be illegal?" All thoughts of building the church were forgotten. "You mean the Others have an actual law forbidding you to tell their secrets?"

"No, not the Others, I don't know any Others, it's our government at home, it -" she sighed. "Never mind."

"Is it classified government information?" asked Eko.

Ginny looked reluctant to agree. "You could say that."

"Then we must not press her any further, Charlie," Eko ordered him, and seemed to push the conversation out of his mind. Charlie couldn't let it go. There was no way four kids had any direct connection to the government. They had to figure out what the truth was before the entire group was put in danger.

"So what's the point of this game exactly?" asked Claire. She absent-mindedly rocked Aaron's cradle as she tried to think.

"It's backgammon," said Hurley. "You try to get all of your pieces off the board. Like this." He scrambled some black and white pieces around, but Claire couldn't tell what it was he had done. He winced at the blank look on her face.

"Sorry, but now that Walt's gone, I don't have anybody to play with. You're the only person who agreed to let me teach them."

"What about John?" she asked. "He taught Walt."

"Yeah, but – that guy's creepy, man."

"Creepy?"

"Yeah, haven't you noticed?" Hurley scanned the beach, and saw Kate walking by. "Hey, Kate!"

She stopped. "Yeah?"

"Do you think Locke's creepy?"

Kate took a few steps closer so she could see what they were playing. Then she nodded. "Yeah, he's a little creepy," she said, staring at the board.

"Thank you!" cried Hurley.

"Are you playing backgammon?" asked Kate doubtfully.

"You play?" Hurley asked quickly. "No offense, dude," he said to Claire.

When Kate looked over, Claire explained, "I don't really understand how to play. Hurley's trying to teach me."

Kate leaned over the board. "It's really simple," she said. "You just have to…" she started moving the pieces across the board.

"Oh!" exclaimed Claire. "Hey, thanks! Ready to play?" she asked Hurley.

Hurley looked on in confusion. "That's what I did!" he protested as Kate walked away. Claire grinned and began resetting the board.

Sawyer leaned back in his shelter's seat with a smile. Sayid was pressing Hermione for information, but wasn't getting anywhere. It was amusing him immensely, and he followed their conversation as if he were at a tennis match.

"You cannot just appear in the middle of the jungle. You must have gotten there somehow," demanded Interrogator Ali.

"Well I don't know how," insisted Innocent Sunshine.

"What is your alibi? We can find whatever brought you here to confirm your story. But you have to give it to us in the first place."

"You won't find anything."

"Then you confess."

"We're not Others!" she protested.

Sayid paused for a few moments. "Hermione, you need to understand something," he said gently. "I am a trained interrogator. And I will torture you for your information if I must."

Her face blanched. "That's not accurate! People will say anything just to make the pain stop!"

"Nevertheless, I will do what is necessary to determine the truth."

Sawyer looked back to Hermione. She was still pale, but her face was bright red. In fact…

"Did you get burned, Sunshine?"

She touched her face gingerly. "A little."

"I probably have some sunscreen in this bag," he said, swinging one onto his lap. She scooted over, muttering her thanks, and reached for it. He swung it out of her reach. "Hey, no one gets anything for free, Sunshine."

She bit her lip, and then reached for it again. "Just give her the sunscreen," said Sayid.

"When she's paid," he agreed. He watched Hermione reach for the duffel bag again. Some strands of hair fell out of her chopstick hair-do. "Now," he said, pretending to think very hard, "What's Sunshine going to offer me for this sunscreen?" He grinned at Hermione, who calmly slipped her fallen strands back in place. He felt a tug on the bag, and it flew through the air to land in Hermione's lap.

"What the -" cursed Sawyer, leaping up. Sayid was watching Hermione intently as she rummaged through the bag.

"What did you do?" he demanded.

"There's not even any sunscreen in here!" she exclaimed. He grabbed her arm, and she finally looked up at him.

"What did you do?" he repeated, glaring down at her.

She shook her arm out of his grasp. "Nothing. You must not have had a good hold on the bag in the first place. You were swinging it all over the place." She continued her search. Sawyer cursed again, and kicked his chair.

"Disappointed about something?" Sayid observed neutrally.

"That bag just flew out of my hand!" he barked. He watched Hermione shuffle through the bag. Then she stopped. Her eyes grew wide. She pulled out a small silver sphere. "Hey, give that back!" he growled, and yanked the duffel bag away from her.

"What is that?" asked Sayid.

"How the hll should I know?" Sawyer shouted.

"Where did you find it?" asked Hermione. She sounded slightly awed.

"Down by the beach. Why?" It was just a stupid sphere, but she wouldn't take her eyes off the thing. She just kept turning it over and over in her hands.

"Give me that!" he snapped, and snatched it out of her hands. He stuffed it into the bag quickly, in case that tried to fly away too.

"No!" cried Hermione. "I need that!"

"Yeah, well you're not gettin' it!" And he shoved the duffel into the back of his shelter.