"You were what!" Jack exclaimed.

"I was pregnant, alright!" Ana replied. "The baby was only 4 weeks old in the womb, when it died."

"And how did it die?" Aaron asked.

"I was a police officer. I got shot of course."

"Who was the father?" Locke asked.

"None of your concern."

There was a long pause before Jack spoke again.

"So what if 4 has some significance in her life! That doesn't prove anything."

Aaron rubbed his forehead and sighed in frustration.

"Locke, what does 4 mean to you?"

Locke suddenly donned a petrified look on his face. He knew what 4 meant to him. But he couldn't tell. He couldn't tell them that he was in a wheelchair for 4 years….

"Well?"

"Nothing. It means nothing to me."

Aaron still looked suspiciously at him.

"Then how old are you?"

"51 years old."

"There you go! 15 with the digits reversed. Same with me. And I've been living on this island for 32 years. 23 reversed. And what was your flight number again?"

"Oceanic Flight 815."

"8 and 15 right there!"

"Come to think of it, Danielle was on this island for 16 years. And there were 4 of us who blew up the hatch."

"4 tail survivors." Ana suggested. "My seat was 42F."

"Our plane left from Gate 23."
"I still refuse to believe it!"

"You know, there is a simple ritual for this."

"A ritual?"

"Yes. Marvin did it on the people who refused to believe that the numbers were cursed. It can work on you. All I need is some ink."

"And let's say you do this ritual. What will supposedly happen?"

"You'll have bad luck for 4 days. The magnitude of bad luck depends on the material we use. With ink, it should be trifle. However, the most extreme we know is blood. And we don't want that. So, do you guys have a pen?"

"No….."

"Then I better make some. Island materials probably work better."

"Fine! I'll do anything. Just to prove that you guys are just acting insane."

"Alright. But first thing's first. I'm running a little on ammo. Have you guys changed the combination to the armory?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"What?"

"Uhhhhh," Jack started. "There may be a slight issue with that."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't exactly have them anymore. One of our fellow survivors took them. And he isn't exactly willing to give them back."