To distract myself with Boone leaving camp with Locke again, I've been helping build the raft. Honestly, I think it is a pointless endeavor, but Michael is determined to make it work. And it gives my mind something to do other than think about Boone. I'm on my way over to the raft now, when Jack catches me.

"Hey, Tia," he greets.

"Hi, Jack."

"It's been a while since you and I talked."

I stop and think. "Have we ever had a conversation that wasn't about surviving or saving someone's life?"

He laughs. "You've got a point there," he says. We continue walking and he says, "You and Boone have gotten rather close, lately. Where is he today? I'm surprised he's not with you."

"He went out into the jungle with Locke today," I tell him.

"Wow, again. I wonder what they're doing out there."

"They're hunting," I defend. Okay, I know they're not actually hunting. I know there's boar around, because Sawyer was attacked by one six days ago. Kate said they found a whole bunch of piglets, and it would be hard for the boar to move with them. Locke would have killed one by now, with or without Boone.

"If you say so," Jack says. I remember now, why we don't have "regular" conversations. Because he's a condescending ass.

We've made it to the raft. Hurley is there, being instructed by Jin, along with Walt and, of course, Michael.

"Hey," Jack and I greet him.

"How's it coming?" Jack asks.

"It's coming," Michael says.

"As long as nobody sabotages this one, as well, huh?" Jack says.

"I've got people standing guard 24-7. Nobody gets near this with or without intent to burn. Hey, listen, I was thinking, chances of a passing ship spotting this raft out there are pretty slim. We could use something to send out a distress call to any ships that might be close, like an SOS."

"I can ask Sayid," I say. ""But even if he can make something like that he's not going to have anything to power it with."

"Didn't Sayid say that crazy French chick has batteries?" Hurley asks.

"Yeah," Jack says. "I've been meaning to ask him about her actually. Let's go ask him."

Hurley, Jack and I make our way to Sayid's tent in silence. When we get there, Jack speaks first. "Hey, Sayid," he greets.

"Hello, Jack," Sayid says, coming out of the tent. H notices Hurley and I are there as well. "What is going on?" he asks.

"You said the French woman, Rousseau had batteries," Jack says. "Michael needs a power source for a distress signal. For the raft. Can you tell me how to get to her?"

"Absolutely not," Sayid says immediately.

"I'm not asking you to go," Jack says. "I'll do it."

"No, you won't."

"Dude," Hurley says. "We just trying to—,"

"Do you really think she would give up something she needs for survival to a total stranger?"

"All I'm asking is for you to tell me how to find her. That's it." Jack insists.

"I was brought unconscious to her camp," Sayid says. "When I escaped I was disoriented. I don't know how to find her."

"Don't know, dude? Or don't want to?" Hurley asks.

"Sayid, look," I say. "You've got her maps and her papers. Didn't you say that they were pointing to something?"

"Well, I was wrong."

"Well, maybe they're pointing to her." I suggest.

"Look! I don't even know what these papers mean. For all I know they could be the ravings of her disturbed mind - song lyrics mixed with equations!" He grabs some of Rousseau's maps. "If this map is pointing to her, then you should know she resides here, in this area. She gave it a name: Territoire Fonce, Shannon translated it. It means Dark Territory. Does that sound like a place you'd like to visit?"

I notice Hurley stare at the papers intently.

"So, you won't help?" Jack asks.

"I didn't say that," Sayid says. "I'll build Michael a distress beacon, but I suggest you find another power source. There must be something in the cockpit."

"We're not going in the cockpit," Jack says, final.