A bag over his head appeared out of nowhere. Hugo and Kate were gone, now all he had left was his memories, and hopes. "I'm overreacting, we've been around this guys, the others, many times before, and here we are, all in one peace!", Sawyer thought, at least that's what he was trying to convince himself, not necessarily true. He couldn't see anything, he tried to look down so he wouldn't step on anything... All attempts to not feel like a prisoner failed, because that feeling really freaked him out, probably because his time in jail was awful, but mostly because he never felt trapped, his whole life, he just couldn't take it. He was a prisoner, and there was nothing he could do about it. About 10 minutes later, Sawyer felt something piercing his arm, a needle maybe? It was thick, he felt a cold liquid flushing through his blood system, he screams but his voice drowned, and when that weird, unknown sensation was gone, he hums:
- Son of a bitch...
He felt dizzy for a few seconds before falling on the ground. Everything went black. As in any sleep, he wakes up a few seconds later. He opens one eye, then the other, before getting familiar with the place and the light. Once again, he's locked in a cage, the same cage he was with Kate. He had a terrible head ache, he lifts his hand to the back of his head, he's bleeding, as he whispered to himself: "Son of a bitch!". Suddenly, Sawyer hears a familiar voice, he searches and finds it with his eyes, the source of the sound was Hugo, sitting on a bench on the cage in front of his:
- Who are you calling that..?
- Hurley! - he said, surprisingly happy to see his friend.
- I've always wondered who are you calling "son of a bitch" when you say that... I know it's like, your brand, but if you think about it, it doesn't make any sense...
- I don't know... It just comes naturally- Where's all that coming from, Lardo?! Hurley looks down, like he was full of that behavior, he took a deep breath before looking up and:
- Listen up, red neck, you're not in the position to ask questions here, ok?! I'm sick of those nicknames and the way you talk to people! Yeah, that's right, I'm full of this! You better quit this behavior or... Or...
- Or what?! You're gonna kick my ass? Is that what you-
In that same second, Ben, Kate and another 3 more men came out of the jungle, Ben lifted his hand, interrupting their discussion saying:
- Enough of this! If you're gonna fight, fight like men, get out of those cages and smash each other's faces against these grids! Oh wait, you can't, cause you're trapped in there, like rats, so behave like one and shut up! Sawyer didn't hear a word of what Ben said, he was focused on the only thing that mattered to him on that island, Kate. She had a cut, on her chin, it wasn't new, about 3 days old, another one on her upper lip, it looked like someone had hit her, that one was new, maybe on that same day.
- James? What are you looking at? – Sawyer had missed the notion of time, he was looking direclty to Kate for 2 minutes already, he sees Ben, staring at him and answers:
- What? I'm not...
- Anyways, I just came by to deliver Kate, in which cell should I keep her? – Ben interrupts him, always trying to annoy him with his mind games.
No one says a thing, Ben looks around, and then back to Kate:
- I guess no one wants you, I'll just get a private cage for you-
- She can stay with me... – Hurley interrupts him.
- Alright then.
Ben pushes Kate inside the cage Sawyer was in, when he closes it and secures it, he whispers, looking straight to James:
- I don't like following orders. – insinuating neighter did Sawyer.
When Ben turns around Sawyer asks, politely:
- Why are you keeping us here?
Again... Ben turns back to the cage, looks at Kate, then at Sawyer for a few seconds, turns around again and continues walking into the jungle, where he came from:
- Why are you doing this to us?! – Sawyer screams, almost sounding desperate.
Ben ignores him and keeps walking, only now, he's smiling.