Jim and Dwight made it back onto the beach at last. A bunch of the islanders were dragging logs and sheets of plane wreckage to the shore, where they were building a raft. Michael was over there with them, so Jim and Dwight walked over.

Michael Scott was chatting with black Michael, joking about their names.

"Michael." Jim said.

"Yeah?" Both Michael's looked up.

"Oh, uh... Michael Scott." Jim corrected.

Black Michael frowned and walked away. "Come on, Walt."

Walt jumped off of the make-shift raft and ran to catch up with his dad. The golden retriever followed them, barking playfully.

"Hey Jim! You found Dwight!" Michael smiled.

"What are you guys doing?" Jim looked around at the sweaty, sand-covered men hammering wood together and twisting vines into rope.

"They're trying to make a raft," Dwight grunted. "But that's not going to stand up to the waves if they plan on taking it into the ocean."

"Yes, it will." Jack retorted know-it-allishly, sticking his head up from behind the raft. "We're just going to send out a few people at first, to find help. And when they come back-"

"They won't come back! After ten minutes that thing will sink, and their blood will attract sharks, and they'll be eaten!" Dwight snapped back.

"Dwight, shut up." Michael muttered.

"It's going to work! We're going to be rescued!" Jack half-shouted, wanting to be right and also to have the last word.

"Woah now, Doctor Jekyll. Calm down." Sawyer interjected casually, tossing a huge wad of vines onto the raft.

"He says the raft isn't going to work!" Jack burst out childishly, jabbing a finger at Dwight.

"That's because it's-" Dwight began.

"Dwight!" Jim and Michael snapped.

Sawyer looked Dwight up and down before labeling him as an idiot that knew nothing. He went back to work without comment.

"Dwight, why don't you go make your own raft?" Jim suggested.

"I think I will!" Dwight scoffed and walked away.

"Do you guys need some help?" Jim offered once Dwight was out of ear shot.

While Michael and Jim helped Jack, Sawyer, Hurley, Sayid, and a few other losties build on the raft, Boone and John snuck out of the woods and crept over to Sayid.

"Hey, Sayid, can I talk to you real quick?" Boone asked, leaning against the raft, staring up at Sayid.

Sayid looked down at Boone, then glanced at John who stood silently behind him. "Sure," Sayid said cautiously. He hopped down from the raft. "What's up?"

"We need explosives." John told him simply.

"Ah...and since I'm the terrorist that caused the plane to crash, you think I have some more bombs up my sleeves?" Sayid asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, pretty much." Boone nodded.

Sayid twitched a smile. He glanced back at the people still working. "Follow me," He told John and Boone in a hushed tone.

The trio walked away together to Sayid's tent.

"I have a few samples that should pack quite a punch. What do you need explosives for?" Sayid asked once they were inside his tent.

John and Boone looked at each other.

"It's kind of a secret." Boone replied.

"We don't want anyone to know about it, yet." John added.

"I will tell no one." Sayid said seriously.

"We found a hatch in the jungle," John began easily. "We need the explosives to open it."

"I see..." Sayid mused. He dug around in a backpack. "How big is this hatch?"

Boone and John both held their arms out, showing how big the hatch was.

"Here." Sayid handed them the backpack. "Just put the bag on the hatch and throw a torch at it. I rigged the bombs to explode simultaneously. Make sure you stand back."

"Thanks, man." Boone took the bag.

"You can come with us, if you want." John offered.

"Perhaps I will." Sayid smiled. "I love a good explosion." He stood up and followed John and Boone back into the jungle.

Dwight, who had been sawing into a tree with a pocket knife, noticed them leaving. He ran over to Jim.

"Jim," He whispered.

"What, Dwight?" Jim grunted, shoving a stick into a tiny slot on the raft.

"Those guys are going back into the jungle, with another guy."

"So?"

"So I heard them talking- they're going to explode the hatch open!" Dwight said excitedly.

"What- now?" Jim turned to Dwight.

"I think so. Come on! Let's go watch." Dwight grinned.

"Okay," Jim stepped down from the raft. "Michael, I'm gonna take a break."

"'K Jim." Michael said quickly. He was acting like he was working, grunting and straining and flexing his muscles over one small log.

Jim figured out why- Kate was standing there. But she wasn't paying much attention to Michael- her eyes were bouncing back and forth between Jack and Sawyer.

Jim and Dwight half-jogged to the edge of the woods, then followed John, Boone, and Sayid's low voices as they made the trek back to the mysterious hatch.