I'm sitting on the bench in the armory as Jack opens the Halliburton case.

"Is that all of them?" Locke asks.

"All seven of them," Jack confirms. "And there's one box of ammo."

"At least we don't have to worry about running out any time soon," Locke says, placing the box of ammo with the rest of the hatch's stash. "Jack, I'm grateful that you decided to keep them all in the same place." Jack points at the Virgin Mary statues on the shelf above Locke's head. "Oh, I had to take them from Charlie. It's his heroin stash. I figure it might have therapeutic value, if it ever came to that."

"You're just going to leave it all in the statues?" Jack asks.

"You want to break seven Virgin Maries, be my guest. I'm superstitious."

I get up and follow the men out of the armory.

"John, the combination," Jack says.

Locke looks at me, then back at Jack. "I'm going to go ahead and assume that you're asking me because you're worried that I might fall off a cliff or something, that it would be irresponsible for just one of us to have access to this room, rather than this being an issue of trust."

"Well, there are a lot of cliffs on this island, John."

I pipe up. "For me, it's more about the trust, yeah."

Locke smiles. "Alright, but I think the three of us should agree that if any of us needs to open this door, we consult each other first."

"Absolutely," Jack says.

"Whatever," I agree. "It's not like I'm actually gonna take any. I just want to make sure you two don't rip each other's heads off."

"Okay," Locke says. "Right seven, left thirty-three, right eighteen. Either of you need to write it down?"

"Nope, I got it."

"I'm good."

"Alright. And, Jack, you may want to consider locking the medicine in here, too." Locke warns.

"Why would I need to do that?"

"Oh, is this because Sawyer stole some of the strong painkillers?" I ask.

Jack looks confused. "He did what? Why would he do that?"

"Something about you stealing them from his stash after he left on the raft."

"Son of a bitch," Jack says, storming out of the hatch.

"I heard Ana talking to some people about that army of yours," I say to Jack, back on the beach.

"I thought you didn't want to be involved."

"I don't. Which is why I'm telling you that you should stop. They said they'd leave us alone. They have so shouldn't we just put it to rest?"

"You know, I thought you'd be all for this Tia."

"Why? Because I was in the military? Trust me, Jack, it's not all it's—,"

"Jack! Help! We need your help!" It's Kate, shouting over the rainstorm that's currently trapping Jack and I under the same tent.

We both jump up and run over to Kate, who's standing with Locke and Sawyer over Sun's body. She's soaking wet and there's a nasty gash above her eyebrow. "Was she conscious at all? Did she say anything?" Jack asks, starting to inspect her.

"Nothing. Not a word," says Sawyer.

Jin shows up and starts saying things in Korean.

"Jin, she's okay," I try and tell him.

He says something again, this time bothering Jack.

"She's going to be alright," Jack says. "You need to let me take care of her, alright, please." He turns to Sawyer. "Where'd you find her?"

"I heard her scream. Found her out in the jungle about a half a click from here."

"She was out cold and her hands were tied," Kate says.

"What do you mean, her hands were tied?" I ask.

From the back of the group that's gathered around Sun and Jin's tent I hear Ana Lucia exclaim, "They're back."

After the rain stops and Jack cleans the wound on Sun's head, he, Locke, Sawyer, Kate, Ana, and I gather on the beach.

"They told us they would leave us alone," Locke says.

"Well, John, it looks like they broke their promise," says Jack.

"We don't even know what happened."

"Do we need to know?"

"Where'd you find her?" Ana asks Kate.

"Just outside her garden."

"We should to take a look around," Ana says. "With guns."

"No," Locke protests.

"No?" Jack counters.

"If we arm up we're just as likely to shoot each other as we are one of them."

"Listen, we need to calm down," I say. "We should wait for Sun to wake up and tell us what happened before we make any rash decisions."

"Sounds like a plan," Locke agrees.

Jack and Ana nod reluctantly and we disperse.

"Tia, Sun's awake," Claire tells me, about an hour later.

When I get to the tent Jack is beside her, asking her questions. "Do you remember anything?" he asks her.

"I was working in my garden when Vincent ran up. Then it started raining and there was a bag over my head and I was being dragged."

"How many were there?"

"I don't know. I didn't see anything."

Jin asks her something and they have a quick conversation. Then she says "I kicked and I fought, and I just ran as fast as I could and then I fell."

She and her husband exchange a few words. Then Jin stands up, facing Jack.

"Gun," he says, holding out his hand. "Gun!"

Jack turns to me. "Is it time to start making decisions?" he asks. I stare him in the eye until, reluctantly, I nod my head.

Jack, Jin, and I make our way to the hatch armory. When we get there, the alarm is going off, so we head for the computer room, first. Sawyer is sitting there, punching in the Numbers. "What are you doing here?" Jack asks him.

"One second, I'm like this close to the high score on Donkey Kong." He keeps typing as Jin says something impatiently. After Sawyer presses execute, he turns to us. "Now, what can I do you for?"

"Where's Locke?" Jack asks.

"I don't know. I think he said something about going to the store for a pack of smokes," Sawyer jokes, a grin on his face.

Jack heads to the gun vault and opens it, but inside there are no guns. The armory is completely empty.

"Uh-oh," Sawyer says. "It looks like we've got ourselves a break-in. Who's going to call the cops?"

"Where are they?" Jack says, advancing on Sawyer.

"Don't look at me. I was just pushing a button." He reached into his pocket and pulls out a prescription bottle. "Oh yeah, I believe these are yours," he says, tossing them to Jack.

Jack starts to advance on Sawyer, but Jin grabs his arm, holding him back. "No," Jin says, then mutters something in Korean.

Jack storms back to the beach, where night has already fallen. He marches over to Locke, who's sitting beside a fire. "John, where are they?" Jack demands. "You moved the guns. Where are they? We had an agreement!"

"An agreement that you were about to violate, Jack. So, yes, I moved the guns."

"Where?" Jack shouts. "Where, John?"

"Oh, are you going to start handing them out? How many? Who gets them? How much time before there's an accident? Another accident. I made a mistake teaching Michael how to shoot and now he's... He could be dead for all I know, and that, that was my fault. I take responsibility for that and so, yes, I'm taking responsibility for the guns, too." Locke says, defending his actions.

"I want three guns, John!"

"I'm sorry, Jack! That's the way it's going to be!"

"Two guns! Now tell me where they are, right now!" Jack yells.

I've been so distracted by their argument that I hadn't noticed the crowd that gathered around them. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three bullets fire from a gun behind me and the whole crowd jumps. I turn, quickly as Sawyer makes his way out of the shadows, a rifle in his hands.

"You gave him the guns?" Jack asks, confused and angry.

"No. I hid them," Locke says, just as confused as the rest of us.

"That's right, Jack. He's as stupid as you are. You were so busy worrying about each other you never even saw me coming, did you? How about you listen up because I'm only going to say this once. You took my stuff. While I was off trying to get us help, get us rescued, you found my stash and you took it, divvied it up. My shaving cream, my batteries, even my beer. And then something else happened, you decided these two boys here were going to tell you what to do and when to do it. Well, I'm done taking orders. And I don't want my stuff back. The shaving cream don't matter. Batteries don't matter. The only thing that matters now are guns. And if you want one you're going to have to come to me to get it!"

He turns to Sayid, who's giving him a murderous look. "Oh, you want to torture me, don't you? Show everybody how civilized you are. Go ahead, but I'll die before I give them back. And then you'll really be screwed, won't you?"

He turns back to the crowd. "New sheriff in town, boys! Ya'll best get used to it."