The morning came quickly – Boone never knew a night to go by so fast. The fire had died by then, and he watched the last little embers go out. "Why do you think Ethan wants Claire?" he asked.

"Do you want to know my opinion?" asked Locke.

"I think I'll pass." answered Boone.

Locke shook his head, laughing silently, and looked up again. He had just noticed something. Boone's smile faded. "Locke," he said worriedly, as Locke stared hard at a spot somewhere beyond Boone. Boone turned to look where Locke was looking, and he gasped, his undead eyes widening. "JACK! CHARLIE!" he called, turning back around, "CLAIRE'S GONE!"

Boone stood, grabbing his javelin, and Locke glanced back at Jack. Jack grabbed a gun from the Halliburton case and clicked back the hammer; Charlie gazed at the empty spot where Claire had been, his eyes filled with fear. Hurley grabbed a stray golf club that had not made it to the course and stood; Shannon looked around at Sayid, who pulled a knife from his belt and moved a bit closer to her. Kate called out to Jack, and he tossed her the last gun. Sun looked up, shocked, and Jin spoke to her in Korean, turning away. She looked at him, and then back at the little worried group, and then back at him. She wanted to help look for Claire, but her husband was her first priority. Jin turned to her and spoke to her again in Korean, short and sharp, and she stayed put.

The little group started off into the forest, leaving Jin and Sun. Jin turned to Sun, not smiling, and gave her instructions in Korean. She stood and began off in the opposite direction of the little group, glancing behind her at her husband. How she wanted to, just once, do something he did not want her to! Do something without asking him if she was allowed to! But she was too timid. She knew that she could never do that...

Jin watched her leave. He glanced down at his torn shirt and began fussing with it, muttering to himself in Korean. A shadow fell over his white shirt. He ran his hand over the out line of the shadow on his shirt, and then looked up.

"Hello there," said Ethan.

Jin stared at him, and then tried to converse with him in Korean.

"I don't speak Chinese." Ethan spat.

Jin stopped speaking Korean at once.

"Where is Claire?" asked Ethan.

Jin spoke again, in Korean.

"I said, where is Claire?" Ethan growled, "I know you can understand me."

Jin answered in Korean.

Ethan grabbed Jin, holding him up by his shirt collar, and pulled out a knife. "Tell me where Claire is," he said in a low voice. Pulling back his arm, he stabbed Jin hard in the leg with the knife and began dragging it downwards so that it began to slowly split his leg open. "The faster you tell me," Ethan grinned wickedly, "the less blood you lose."

Jin began to scream in Korean, twisting, fighting with Ethan, but Ethan was not in the least affected by his pain. "Tell me where Claire is." Ethan growled, smiling.

"Stop!"

Ethan and Jin both looked around. Sun was standing there, eyes shining with tears as she stared at her husband's bleeding leg. Ethan still held Jin up, but he was surveying Sun with great interest.

"Stop!" Sun insisted again.

"So you speak English." Ethan commented. He jerked the knife down Jin's leg a little further, and he let out a yell of agony. "Can you tell me where Claire is?" he asked dangerously.

Sun faltered for a moment, tears stinging her eyes, not wanting to betray the group and wanting to save her husband any more pain. Ethan jerked the knife down Jin's leg. A scream that pierced Sun's heart as well as her ears erupted from her husband's lips. "She is in the woods!" Sun told him at last. "She ran away!"

Ethan smiled and yanked the knife from Jin's leg, and then let him fall to the floor of the cave. "Thank you." he said quietly, saluting her with the bloody knife, and then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone.