As Ben led me out of the warehouse, I noticed him slip a granola bar into his shoulder bag. "Why only one question?" I asked him.

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you only let them ask one question?"

"If you give them a little bit of what they want, they're more compliant. I've been dealing with this for a couple of months. It's why Hugo made me convert all of those Betamax tapes."

"So are you gonna take me to him now? To Hugo?"

"Hugo is waiting for me in Los Angeles."

I let out a huff. "You've got to be kidding me. I rode that plane for nothing?"

"I wouldn't call it nothing. Don't tell me you didn't learn anything today."

"Nothing I could have survived without."

Ben let out a chuckle. "You never were very curious."

Ben drove from LAX to a familiar location. "Santa Rosa? What are we doing here?" I asked, confused. "Hurley's not back here, is he? I thought he was the new Jacob?"

"Hugo's not inside," Ben said. "He's over there." He pointed to a bench under a palm tree.

My old friend sat on the bench, a smile lighting up his face when he notices I'm with Ben. He gets up off the bench and walks over, sliding into the backseat. "Hey, Ben." Hurley greets.

Ben smiles. "I'll go get him."

As Ben gets out of the car, I follow him, sliding into the backseat with Hurley. He just smiles. "Aren't you going to ask me what the hell I'm doing here?"

Hurley chuckles. "Naw, dude. I figured you'd tell me yourself."

I take a deep breath. "I want you to give me a gift."

Hurley's eyebrows squint. "What kind of gift?"

"I want to talk to the dead."

"I don't understand."

"You were able to do it," I explained. "Before we came back to the Island. You talked to Charlie and Boone. When we got back, you talked to Michael. I want to do that too."

"I still don't understand. I thought you were happy off the Island."

"I'm confused and I'm not sure what to do next."

"Who do you want to talk to?"

"Sun and Jin."

"That's it?"

"Maybe a few more people."

Hurley let out a breath. "Is this about you and Sawyer?"

"This is about Ji Yeon," I say, still not ready to talk to anyone about the James thing. Also not entirely happy that both Ben and Hugo knew so much about my life even though they hadn't been a part of it in five months. "I just need to talk to Sun and Jin."

Hurley nods, looking out the window. "I can get you back to the Island," Hurley says. "Now be cool, dude. He's here."

I follow his gaze. Ben walks out of the mental institution with probably the last person I'd expect.

"Is that Walt?"

"Yup."

I turn back to Hurley. "What's going on, Hugo?"

"Obviously Walt's not doing so good," Hurley says. "When Locke was here, trying to get the Oceanic Seven to come back to the Island, he visited Walt too."

"Yeah, I knew about that. But how did he end up here?"

"Locke knew Michael had died on the freighter, but he lied to Walt about it. Told him that Michael was still on the freighter and still alive. After Walt figured out the truth, he went a little…bad." He hesitates. "I'm don't think I'm explaining this well, dude."

"So is Walt crazy?"

Hurley chuckles. "Most of the people in that building are far from crazy. Especially Walt." He's saved from answering much more as Ben and Walt climb in.

"Dude," Hugo greets Walt.

"Hurley," he says. "Tia?"

"It's great to see you, Walt," Hurley says and I smile.

"I kept hoping one day somebody would come back for me. They said I was crazy."

Hurley leans closer to our young friend. "You're not crazy, dude. Not even close. You just need to get back to the Island, that's all. It's where you belong. It's where you've always belonged."

"Why?"

"I wanna talk to you about a job," Hurley says, turning to our driver. "All right, Ben, let's get out of here. It's time for us all to go home."

Ben starts the engine and we drive off into the distance.