"So, you've just been keeping him down here this whole time?" Kate asks me for the third time.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Kate, we have. Locked up nice and safe."

"Why didn't you tell anybody?"

"We didn't know for sure if he was one of them. We decided to figure it our first before sending a blood thirsty camp after him."

"And now? Now that you know he is one of them?"

I look her in the eye. "You're here aren't you?"

We hear Locke wince with pain from the bunk bed. I looked at his leg earlier. It's mostly broken. I can't know for sure, but at the very least it's a fracture.

"How are you holding up?" Kate asks.

"Depends on Jack's best guess," Locke answers.

Jack starts wrapping the leg in gauze. "There's a small fracture, probably hairline. This will keep the swelling down until I can get a splint on it."

"Well, isn't Karma a bitch," I say bitterly, referring to Boone's crushed leg.

Locke gives me a bitter look. "How long 'til I can walk on it?"

"You're going to have to keep off it a couple of weeks," Jack says. "There's a wheelchair back at camp—,"

"No! I don't need a wheelchair."

"We took a pair of crutches from the fuselage when we moved down the beach," Kate says. Locke nods okay at her suggestion. "Okay. I'll be back in a while." Kate says, heading for the beach.

Jack and Locke start another conversation, but I make my way over to the armory, who's door is wide open now that we have Henry tied up and held at gunpoint. Ana Lucia watches me from the couch as I go in.

"He was dead already," Henry is saying as I enter. "Four months ago I was part of the search party. Henry Gale was hanging out of the basket, his neck broken."

"So he was already dead?" Sayid asks.

"Yes."

"Then you buried him and left a grave marker?"

"Yes."

Sayid pulls out the Real Henry's twenty dollar bill with his note to Jennifer written on it. "You really should have checked his wallet before you did that. I assume Henry Gale did not have any paper on which to compose his thoughts, so he had to improvise. There wasn't much space for that." Sayid reads Fake Henry the note. When he finishes, he turns to our bound up friend. "So tell me, how did Henry Gale write a note to his wife with a broken neck?"

Gale starts to panic. "It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. You don't understand."

"How did you know his wife's name? Did you interrogate him?"

"Please, just listen. I'm just a—,"

Sayid starts to yell. "How many of you are there?"

"If I told you about them…you have no idea what he'll do."

"He?"

"You mean their leader," I say. "The friendly guy with the beard."

"Him?" Gale asks. "He's no one! Nothing!"

"Where are your people?" Sayid continues.

"I can't—,"

"How many of you are there?!"

"You don't understand!"

Sayid draws his gun and holds it at Gale's head. "Understand this."

"Sayid!" I shout. This wasn't the plan.

"You have three seconds to answer my question. How many of you are there? One…"

"He'll kill me!" Gale pleads.

"I'll kill you." Sayid pulls the slide back on the gun. "Two..."

"Sayid, stop!" I shout a second time. Where is Ana? This is why she stayed outside the door.

"You can't do this! I am not a bad person!" Gale cries.

Sayid gives Gale one last murderous look. "Three."

I jump on Sayid, the same way he did to Shannon the day she held that same nine-millimeter at Locke's head, thrusting his arm to the ceiling.

"Sayid! What the hell? We have a plan! Stick to it!"

"What's going on?" Locke yells from the bedroom. "I heard a gunshot!"

Jack and Ana Lucia enter the armory. "What happened?" Jack asks.

"He's a liar!" Sayid yells in my face.

Ana assess the situation. "It's fine. Let's get him out of here." She and Jack take Sayid out of th small room. I hear Locke yell something from the bedroom, but all I can do is stare at Gale, who's giant blue eyes stare right into mine.

"Thank you," he says.

I look back at him bitterly. "Shut up." I walk out and close the door, locking the vault.

"We need to tell everyone on the beach," Jack says to us all.

"Tell them what? That we found one of them and kept him locked in a vault with a blanket and book?" I ask. "They're not going to be happy."

"We used discretion, Tia," Locke says from the bed.

"The last time you used your discretion, John, it didn't work out well for some of us," I say bitterly. "We do need to tell everyone, but I'm making a decision. There can't be anymore 'discretion'. No one on the beach trusts us anymore. We can't keep doing this. Keeping secrets from the camp. Every time we do, someone ends up dead or worse."

"No one's died from this, Tia," Jack says to me.

"Not yet," I say.

Jack, Sayid and I make our way back to the beach and Locke and Ana stay in the hatch with Gale. It's a long afternoon and I'm tried from getting no sleep last night and my big hike over the last two days. Everyone asks me questions, but mostly I see judging faces, silently pleading why did you keep a secret from me, Tia? Why?

At my tent, I open the flap and lay down inside, keeping it open in case anyone has more questions.

"Hey, you," a voice says above me. It's Libby.

"Hey yourself."

"I brought you something," she says, dropping a pack beside my head. I sit up and look inside.

DHARMA food galore is inside. Candy bars, oatmeal, bread, a bag of potato crisps. I look back up at Libby. "Is this from the payload we found in the jungle last night?"

"Yeah, the whole camp divvied it up. I grabbed some for you. Figured you'd need comfort food after a long hike in the jungle with Ana. You two are okay now, right?"

"We were never not okay. I like Ana. She's very…intense, but she gets the job done."

"Yeah, you two have been getting a lot of jobs done lately," Libby says. I feel awful for keeping the secret of Henry Gale from everyone, but especially her. After losing Shannon, I thought I wouldn't get close to anyone else on the Island. But Libby kind of took her place.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you—,"

"Don't worry about it. You've got your secrets and I respect that."

"No, you don't understand," I tell her. "I had that attitude once. Boone…"

"He's Shannon's brother?" Libby asks.

"Yeah. He kept a secret from me. And I was okay with it. Then he died." This is the first time I've really talked about it with anyone. The fear I felt when I realized the secrets he kept were what killed him. "I don't make the same mistakes twice. Which is why I'm apologizing to you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Libby. You've been a good friend."

She smiles and places her hand on mine. "Wouldn't it be nice if we could just have a normal afternoon once? No creepy men in hatches, not payloads dropping magic food from the sky…"

"Yeah, normal. That can't be too hard to achieve." I say sarcastically.

Libby stares out into the ocean then says "I kissed Hurley today."

I turn back to her, shocked. "You what?"

"Yeah, I kissed Hurley. He's a nice guy. I really like him."

"That's…That's great Libby!" I say, completely happy for her, no bitter thoughts about being alone for the first time since Boone's death. Libby and I gossip about girl stuff, munching on DHARMA crisps and laughing like a normal pair of friends until well after the sun sets.