Jack grunted and pushed the log aside, feeling his arm burning. Claire had asked for time alone, and frankly, he didn't blame her. Everything seemed new, now. He felt more responsible for Claire than ever before, but he had a reason. He had set out to pick some fruit; he held a few papayas in one arm. The arm that burned was the one that was free- he had to use it for everything else, but he didn't really care much about it. He stopped at a banana tree, looked down, set down the papayas. He was about to climb it, but a banana dropped right in front of him. Startled, he looked up, only to see a familiar face grimacing back. "Sorry." It was Kate. He didn't have much of a desire to talk to anyone right now, especially not Kate. But she didn't know. "That's okay." She shimmied down, landed beside him and picked up the banana, glancing away. "What're you doing out here?" She asked him, carefully. She could always tell when he didn't want to talk. "Same thing you are, Kate." She smiled, glancing down at his three papayas. "So I see." Conversation was useless. There was nothing he could think of to say, and she obviously was waiting for him to say something. "I'm gonna head back." She nodded, he turned away, walked away, and she followed him. He was uncomftarble, with her behind him. She didn't know what he'd seen, what he knew, and he didn't need her to know. There was an unexpected visitor, and for once, Jack was glad to see him. " Sawyer, what're you doing?" This was, Jack realized, a legitimate question. He was holding something that looked like a metal briefcase, and Jack immediately recognized it as Kate's. She seemed amused, more than angry, and for some reason, Jack had given up. "Nothin'." Jack shouldered past him, but Kate stayed where she was. Jack didn't want to hear, but he couldn't help to notice something Sawyer said- "Oh, so that's how it is? Well, if that's the deal, Freckles, I don't need you anymore. Not that I ever did. You need me more'n I need you, and you know it." He felt his heart break, but he didn't seem to care. She was happy, and he had more important things to do. At one time, he would've laughed at himself for thinking there were more important things than Kate. But she was out of reach now, and he had to let her choose which way she was going to go.