Jack carried Haley back to the beach on his back. Haley was exhausted and in so much pain, she just rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Kate and Charlie walked on either side of Jack, but no one said a word the whole walk there. They were all thinking the same thing, though, and they knew it. They were just afraid to talk about it.

Jack set Haley down at her camp and sat down next to her. They both looked at each other for a minute before Jack said something.

"You want to tell me what happened out there?" He asked.

"Not really." Haley took her right shoe off, to reveal a swollen and bruised ankle. "Maybe if I knew what happened, I could tell you about it. But honestly, I have no idea what that thing was, or why it wanted me. All I know, is that I really didn't want to die. And that is one of the most scariest things that has ever happened to me." She paused and thought for a sec. "You know, besides being in a plane crash." Jack nodded, and just listened. "But even then, I wasn't going to let myself die. I didn't black out, I saw the whole thing happen. I wasn't going to let something like a plane falling out of the sky, end my life. And I'm not going to let it end here, either. I'm 18 years old, Jack. I haven't even gone to college, or moved out on my own. I have had only one boyfriend, who now probably thinks I am dead. I just… You'd think that when someone is being dragged into a 30 foot hole, with spikes at the bottom, and no one around to hear or save you, and no strength to fight back, you'd let yourself go. If someone asked me what I would do in that situation, back home… I would have told them that I would just let go. But today, I didn't once think about letting go." She moved her foot slightly, by accident, and gasped. "Ow."

"It's probably broken," Jack said, taking a closer look at it.

"Wonderful."

"How have your seizers been?"

"I've only had one since I got my meds back."

"Good."

"Jack?"

He looked at her, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

"Umm… I just… Well since my knee was dislocated, and I have a probably broken ankle, I was wondering if I could hang out in the hatch for a while. Just everything's a lot closer … and stuff. You know, the whole walking thing."

"Ya. That's a good idea. We need to make a splint for your ankle incase it is broken."

"Kay. I'll just lie here while you do that."

Jack laughed a bit, and got up to find some sticks to keep her foot immobile.

"Hey," Kate said, walking up to Jack. "How is she?"

"Soar. But she'll be fine. Shaken up a little bit, you know."

"Ya, of course."

"I'm gonna make her a splint. Her ankle looks like it might be fractured. And then I'm going to take her to the hatch, so she doesn't need to walk around on her leg so much."

"Ya. I can't imagine how soar it must be."

Haley woke up in the bottom bunk in the hatch. The lights were turned off everywhere, and it was so quiet, so still, it was eerie. But then she heard a beeping. Nothing serious sounding, just … Beep… beep… beep… She sat up and grabbed the crutches that were leaning against the wall, and made her way towards the sound. She found herself in a large round room, with nothing in it, but a very old computer sitting right in the middle. John Locke was sitting at the computer, and he was typing something on the keyboard. When he was done, the beeping stopped, and numbers on the wall, flipped so that they would read 108.

She knew what it did; Charlie had told her about it, the other day. But she wanted to hear it from someone else. "What's that for?" She asked.

Locke didn't seem startled at her presence. It was like he knew she was there, even though she hadn't made a sound. "It keeps us alive," He said without turning around.

"What? How?"

"I don't know."

"I know why you like it here so much." That's what made Locke turn around and look at Haley. "I saw you at the airport. At first, I thought it wasn't you. But … It was, wasn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You were in a wheelchair." He didn't answer. "Does it ever come back?"

"Does what come back?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid."

"Yes. It has come back."

"Does it make you feel different?"

"Different, how?"

"I dunno, just different." She made her way over closer to him, on her crutches. "Like you can feel something inside of you. Like you've been poisoned. But like, poisoned with hate. And fear. And … Like, someone knows about you and they just like to play games. Like, 'Hey, let's give this thing back to this person just to make them suffer and-'"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I… I just, I saw you at the airport, in a wheelchair. And now you're here, on an island after a plan crash, running around and killing bore."

"What did the island give back to you?"

"It was more like what it took away. I have epilepsy. And after the crash, my seizers went away, and I didn't even take my medication. But they came back 5 days ago."

"What happened today, on the golf course?"

"I dunno. Some weird thing pulled me into a hole. And then Jack, Charlie and Kate pulled me out."

"But what was it like when this thing was holding onto you?"

"Like the worst fear ever."

"But what were you thinking? The whole time?"

"I was thinking about how I was going to survive."

"And that's why it let go of you."

"No, it let go of me, because Jack set it on fire."

"But do you ever think it knew Jack would come and set it on fire?"

"What do you mean?"

"This island is more than just an island. It has a mind of its own. It's deciding the path each of our lives are going to take. But it wants us to believe."

"In what?"

"I'm not sure yet. But there's something going on here. Something not all of us are supposed to be a part of."

"Well I'll agree with you about the fact that there's something going on. Because I know that my seizers stopped, and I felt different. I felt … alive. But now that they're back, it's like everything has been taken away from me. And it feels 100 times worse than it was before."

"You should probably get some sleep. You've had a rough day."

"I was sleeping." She looked at the computer, and how Locke was looking at it. Like was trying to read its mind. "How do you know this computer from the 80's is keeping us alive?"

"I just know."

"But how? Did you actually see it do something besides the numbers recounting?"

"No. But who am I to put everyone danger?"

"Danger from what? How do you know something bad is gonna happen if you don't type in those numbers?"

"Desmond said-"

"I heard about that guy. I also heard from Charlie that this whole thing is a science experiment. Scientists stuck people under ground, away from civilization and told them to press a button. To see if they actually would, and see if the stress of it all would have any effect on them."

"Not necessarily."

"Maybe I will go to bed."

"I thought you of all people would be on my side."

"On you're side? Why?"

"The island fixed you. Like it fixed me. There's more to this island than just a silly science experiment."

"The island didn't fix me. It teased me." Haley turned around and hobbled on the crutches, back to the bunk bed. She layed down on top of the covers and just stared at the bottom of the top bunk. But she didn't fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking. This whole thing was just getting crazier and crazier. How could all of this stuff be going on, on an island? Weird houses under ground with windows and fake sunlight, science experiments, buttons that saved the world, monsters that ate people…

Haley woke up in the morning with Jack sitting next to her on the bed.

"You're forehead is healing up nicely," He said.

"Great."

"I just thought I'd come check on you."

"Ya… Are you sure that thing yesterday, is the same thing that's been knocking down trees in the jungle?"

"I'm not sure of anything around here."

"Mr. Locke seems to be."

"Sometimes that's not such a good thing."

"He thinks the computer is saving the world."

"How's your knee and ankle?"

"Nice way to change the subject… My knee's not too bad, but my ankle hurts like hell."

Jack unwrapped the bandage from around the splint on her ankle. It was all black and purple, and so swollen that it wasn't even shaped like a foot anymore. Jack made a face and sucked in some air, showing the pain he knew she must be in.

"Dude, that's gross," Hurley said, walking in the room. Jack and Haley looked up at him, but didn't say hello.

"It hurts more than it looks."

"What are you guys going to do about it?"

"Well there's not much we can do," Jack started to explain. "The bone isn't out of place, it's probably just a hairline fracture or something. But in order for it to heal, you're gonna have to keep the splint on it and stay off it completely."

"How long will that take?" Haley asked.

"About 6 weeks."

"Whoa, that sucks," Hurley said.

Haley looked at him. "Thanks. Maybe we can break your foot and you can do it with me."

Hurley laughed a bit. "No thanks. I just came to take over for Locke." He smiled and headed to the room with the computer.

Jack watched him walk away, and then turned back to Haley. "I wish we had something better than sticks to hold your foot still."

"Like what?"

"Well like fibre glass or plaster to make a real cast would be great. But it's not like we have any of that here. You just can't move around."

"This is the shits."

Claire was rocking Aaron in his crib, to help him fall asleep. The look on her face, the look of love for a child, was just amazing. The way she rocked him, the way she picked him up, it was just all so sweet, so gentle. The way only a mother could do it. Charlie noticed this about her. He watched her all the time. She never knew he was watching her; if she did, she would have told him to leave. He was so hurt by their falling out, and it was all his fault. Why couldn't he have just told her the truth? Why couldn't he have told her that there was heroin stashed inside that Mary statue? He still could have said that he wasn't going to use it, he just wanted it there, like a security blanket. That would still be telling the truth, and maybe she would have understood then. But after lying about it, it made it seem like he had something to hide. Why was he so stupid? He needed to talk to her. He stood up and slowly walked towards her. She looked up at him, and her entire expression changed from love, to hate.

"Go away, Charlie," She demanded.

"Claire, can we just talk?"

"No."

"Why can't you let me explain? I didn't do anything!"

"It's not that you did something, Charlie. It's that you lied. And about something as serious as drugs! Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because I didn't know how you would react. I just… I wasn't going to use any of if… I just-"

"Get away from us, Charlie."

"Claire…"

"Now."

He let out a sigh of disappointment and walked away.

Hurley knew that he shouldn't have been doing what he was doing. All he was supposed to be doing was sitting at the computer and waiting for the numbers to count down… so he could type the same numbers on the keyboard, that ruined his life. Kind of ironic, he thought. Now they're apparently saving his life.

"4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 44," he whispered to himself, over and over again. He was moving things around on the shelves, trying to find some cupcakes. He knew he had seen some before. Maybe someone finished them off. Probably him without even remembering. He accidentally made a giant Costco sized box of Macaroni and Cheese, fall to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, and saw what it was sitting on. A door in the floor, with a red cross on it. He moved the Mac and Cheese and opened the door, peering inside. "Whoa."