The distinct sound of the trip alarm wakes me instantly. Luckily I fell asleep with my boots on and I get up instantly and run to the trap.

I see Locke and Sayid running into the jungle. I can't see Boone anywhere and I follow them into the woods, as fast as my feet will carry me. "Over here! Through the tree line!" Locke shouts. "Something tripped the alarm!"

We keep running, and eventually make it to a clearing where Boone has fallen on the ground, face first. Vincent is there, licking his face. I guess the dog was the one who tripped the alarm.

"I think we found another missing castaway," Sayid says.

I'm about to help Boone up off the ground when we hear a loud scream come from the beach. We all turn and run in the direction.

A man is laying on the beach, his body limp and colorless. I run and drop down beside it, inspecting.

Sayid and Boone as if he's alive and I shake my head. There's no way.

"How did he get past us?" Sayid asks.

"He came in from the water," Locke says, looking out into the ocean.

I start inspecting the man, grabbing his head. Its limp on the neck, telling me it's broken. That must have been how Ethan had done it. I look down the body and notice other oddities. I grab his arm and feel the bones are shattered. I grab the other. "His arms are broken," I say. I notice his fingers. "So are his fingers. All ten. Shattered." Who is this Ethan guy? Why would someone do all of this? "We should get a blanket," I say, noticing everyone approaching, looking at the broken body. Someone brings us blankets and we wrap the body. Boone, Sayid, and Locke carry it over to a small, shaded grove. We dig.

"What was his name?" Locke asks.

"Steve," Boone answers.

"No," I say, whipping my brow. "His name was Scott."

Eventually we manage to get him buried with makeshift shovels out of bamboo. Hurley conducts a funeral service.

"Scott Jackson worked for an internet company in Santa Cruz. He won a sales prize: two week Australian vacation, all expenses paid. He was a good guy. Sorry, I kept calling you Steve, man. Um, amen, I guess. I-I don't really know how to end these things."

"Amen," the crowd mumbles softly.

I think about Ethan. Now he's hasn't just attempted murder, he's committed it.

What are we going to do?

I make my way to the caves after the service. On the path there, I'm stopped by Locke. "I need to talk to you," he says.

"What's up, John?" I say. "Got another brilliant plan?"

"Yes, I do," he says. He reaches behind his back. "I assume you know how to use one of these?" He produces a gun. A nine-millimeter from behind is back. The same one Sawyer had. It's not the same one, though, I notice as a grab it. This one is loaded. Sawyer's was out of ammo.

"Where did you get this?" I ask, gripping it in my hand, a familiar feeling returning to it.

"Jack," he says. "Apparently the marshal on the plane had a Halliburton case full of them."

"Full of them?" I asks. "There's more than the one?"

"There's five," he tells me. "Five guns, five people. We'll put Claire in the jungle, tonight. Ethan will make a move to take her, then we strike. Capture him and question him."

"We're using Claire as bait?" I say, unsure of that part of the plan.

"She'll be perfectly safe," he assures me. "We won't let anything happen to her."

"Try telling Charlie that," I say, handing him back the gun.

"Are you insane?" Charlie says to us at the caves.

"It's the best chance we have, Charlie," Jack insists.

"No bloody way!"

"If you want to capture Ethan, we have to ensnare him. And the only way do that is by giving him what he wants," Sayid prompts.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Charlie exclaims. "This guy, he will kill all of you. You can't protect her—,"

Claire enters the cave. "Charlie, I can talk for myself," she says, hand on her belly.

"Claire, they want to use you as bait," he says to her.

"I don't remember Ethan," she says. "I don't remember what he did to me. But if I can help stop him from hurting anyone else, I have to do that." Wow, she's a brave one.

"Then I'm coming with you," Charlie says. "You said there were five guns."

"You ever fire a weapon, Charlie?" Locke asks him. Charlie stares at him, then looks at the ground in defeat, then walks away.

Alright," Jack says. "We should do this. Let's figure out a game plan. Sayid, Tia, you're the soldiers. Locke, you're the hunter. We all station at different points in the jungle, all around Claire."

"Charlie's right," Locke says.

"About what?" I ask.

"We have five guns, we should have five men."

"Who else here can handle a gun?" Jack asks. I wonder how he knows how to handle one.

I think of Kate, but I know Jack will protest to that. And then I remember the polar bear. "Sawyer," I say to Jack, expecting him to protest to this as well, but he just sighs.

"I was afraid you'd say that," he says.

We all separate. Boone comes up to me from the spring.

"What are you guys up to?" he asks me.

"I'll tell you later," I say.

I wait for him to challenge me, but he just asks, "Is Locke going with you?"

"Yes," I say.

He nods. "Alright, just be careful."

"I will."

Sawyer agreed to the plan and supplied Kate with the gun he took from the marshal's ankle, which Jack loaded.

Sayid, Jack, Kate, Locke, Sawyer, Claire, and myself.

"He'll be surrounded at six points. Everyone will be in visual contact with you," Sayid relays to Claire. "Make sure you stay in the area I've shown you. And remember, guns are a measure of the last resort. We want him alive."

We're all hidden by the trees at different points around Claire. There's no way Ethan would be able to spot all of us. I cock my gun, loading the chamber, and I wait, up in a tree, directly across from Sayid, on the other end of the clearing. It starts to rain, hard, but I can still see Claire.

It doesn't take long. Ethan comes out of the jungle, scratches on his face, covered in dirt, the rain smearing it on his face, which houses a look of pure evil. He starts to chase Claire and she screams. I see Jack bolt from his post toward them, running at full speed.

I make my way down the tree and I'm the first of the group on the ground. I run after Jack, wiping the rain out of my eyes. I catch up and Ethan and Jack are fighting, throwing punches. I notice Jack's dropped his gun, but I don't see it anywhere. I see Claire, standing to the side, crying. I run over to her, as Jack and Ethan continue to struggle.

"Are you alright?" I ask her. She nods vigorously, her eyes not moving from the fight. I turn back and Jack has the upper hand, now on top of Ethan, punching him repeatedly in the face.

Sayid and Locke make it through the clearing. "Over here! Over here!" Locke shouts. "Jack's got him! Hold your fire. Don't shoot. We want him alive."

Sawyer and Kate run towards us. Jack has stopped hitting Ethan and I cover him with my gun as Jack stands up.

"Winner by a knockout. Nice one, Doc," Sawyer says to Jack. "Now, maybe somebody can tell me just who or what this son-of-bitch is!" Ethan starts to stand up and we all point our guns on him. I stay in from of Claire, shielding her. "Uh, uh, uh, jungle boy. Not even for one second." Sawyer warns Ethan.

We're all covering him until…

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Ethan is shot six times in the chest and falls to the ground. Instinctively, I point my gun toward the source of the fire. It's Charlie, who much have grabbed Jack's dropped gun off the ground.

After dark, I hand my gun back to Jack and make my way over to my tent. Boone is sitting in front, drenched from the rain, which has stopped now.

"We got him," I say. "Ethan. He's dead."

He hugs me and we go to my tent where I fill him in.

"Don't tell Shannon," I say to him. "Don't tell anyone. About the guns."

He agrees and I fall asleep in my damp clothes.

Later a noise wakes me in the middle of the night. Boone is gone and I peek my head out. Sawyer is running into the jungle, shirt off and barefoot, wielding a metal pipe, chasing something. I'm too tired to deal with it so I close my eyes and go back to sleep.