"Right," Jack said, not believing James. He crossed his arms and faced the other way. "I believe that you're an outlaw. But not Kate…. That can't be true…right?"

James laughed out loud. "Believe whatever you want, Jackass."

"Jack!" a voice cried. "Oh my god! Jack?"

Jack tried to sit up, but instead he cried out in pain. "What the hell!"

"Jack!" Kate cried happily, putting a hand to Jack's face. "Don't move."

"W-Why am I in so much pain? Kate, what happened?" Jack asked eagerly, not daring to move. "What happened to you?" He looked at her, and saw that she had scratch marks across her face and her shirt was ripped and scratched where her stomach was. He looked down at himself and gasped. Same thing happened to him. He looked around and saw Sawyer.

"Hey," he warned, "I didn't do nuthin'. So don't go blaming me for something I didn't do."

"What did all this?" Jack asked, putting a hand to his head.

"A damn polar bear," Sawyer said, pointing to the ground near him. A plop white bungle of fat lay there, motionless. "I saved your friggin' life, Doc. So give me some respect."

"Thanks," Jack said, and actually gave Sawyer a smile.

"Dammit!" Sawyer cried out. "Don't give smiles at me, though. That is disturbing." Jack laughed out loud, but then got serious again.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Jack asked. "How am I going to stand up?"

"Don't worry," Kate said, "I'll help you. And what happened back there? Why did you just… stop? I mean, you fell on the ground and I called to you so many times!"

"Another flashback. Can you believe it?" Jack replied.

"Oh, no, no, no. Let's not get started with that again," Sawyer said, crossing his arms. "Hell no."

"Sawyer?" Kate asked. She glanced up at him.

"What?" he replied harshly.

"Do you still have that shirt you found on the ground? I need to put it on Jack because his leg is… bleh," Kate explained, folding Jack's pant leg up. She glanced at the cut, and, disgusted, quickly turned away. "Ouch, that must hurt."

"Yeah, I still have the shirt," Sawyer said, "I have it here." He picked something up from the ground.

"Okay," Kate said, facing Jack again. "I'm gonna wrap the shirt around your leg and me and Sawyer are going to help you walk back to the caves, okay?"

"What?" Sawyer said.

"I said, you're going to help me carry Jack. So that's what you're going to do…," Kate repeated angrily. "Now toss me that shirt." Sawyer tossed Kate the shirt.

"Hey," Jack said. "That shirt looks vaguely familiar. Wasn't that Boone's or something? I remember him wearing a red shirt…"

"Yeah," Kate replied, shrugging, "I guess Locke threw it on the ground. I guess he never wanted it anymore since Boone… you know." She looked down, sad. She got the red shirt and tied it around Jack's leg. "There," she said, smiling, "now the shirt is all yours."