I drop a bag of fruit at Sayid's feet. It's early in the morning as I just got back from a shift at the hatch. "Pick your poison," I say, sitting down.

"Why did you bring me mangos?" he asks, grabbing one from the bag.

"Because we've barely talked in a week and a half," I say, handing him a knife. He starts cutting the fruit.

"You don't have to do this," he says. "Check up on me. Hurley has been doing the same thing. I'm fine."

"No you're not," I say. "You've been pretending to be fine, just like me. I figured we could both use some fresh fruit and some company."

Sayid hands me slices of the mango, but we're quickly interrupted. "Where's Jack?" It's Ana Lucia, looking worried.

"Why?" Sayid asks.

She nods her head toward the jungle and we get up and follow her. "There. See?" she says, pointing. I make out a moving figure in the trees and realize its Rousseau, the French woman.

"You two go back, I'll deal with this," Sayid says.

"What?" Ana says.

"Go back, Ana Lucia. And don't tell anyone what you saw." Ana reluctantly walk back to camp. "You too," Sayid says.

"Nope, I want to know what she wants," I say. I expect him to protest, but he doesn't. He just circles around the trees until he's in front of her. I say behind her.

"What are you doing here, Danielle?" Sayid asks.

"Looking for you," she says. "You need to come with me. Your friend needs to stay behind." She nudges her elbow in my direction.

"No, we're not so big on secrets right now, Rousseau," I say.

"Fine," she says. "Come with me, quickly."

She starts dashing through the jungle, moving at a quick pace. I catch up to the two of them and hear Sayid ask her "Where are we going? You said you were looking for me. What was your plan? To hide in the woods hoping I would pass you by?"

"I was going to wait until dark, then find you at your tent. I didn't want anyone following us." She gives her a snarky look.

"Why?" Sayid asks, stopping his pace.

Rousseau turns around. "We need to keep moving."

"Not until you tell me where we're moving to."

"Trust me," she insists.

"The last time we met you arrived to warn us the Others were coming, which they weren't. In fact, it was a diversion to kidnap Claire's baby. So pardon me for not trusting you."

"This place I'm taking you to," she says. "There's something that will help you, something important. As for trust, take this," she hands Sayid her rifle. "I'm lying it's yours to use."

Sayid checks the chamber of the gun. "How much further?"

"Not far," she says, continuing her pace. "We're here."

We stop at a tree line. "Where are we?" I ask.

Rousseau moves to a bush on the ground and produces from underneath an old-fashioned crossbow.

"What is that for?" I ask suspiciously.

Immediately after me I hear a male voice from behind the tree line. "Help me! Hey, somebody here!"

Sayid runs toward the voice and I follow. It's not a voice I recognize.

"Wait," Rousseau protests as the voice continues to call for help. "Sayid, listen to me."

We break the tree line and there's a middle aged man wearing an orange shirt in a net trap, hanging from a tree.

"Hey! Hey, over here!" he calls to us. "Please, help me."

"Don't believe a word he says," Rousseau says as Sayid runs up to the man. I follow him.

"He's one of them," Rousseau insists.

"I have no idea what she's talking about," the man says. "She's crazy."

"How long has he been up there?" I ask Rousseau.

"Since last night," he answers me. "Please, just cut me down. My name is Henry Gale. I'm from Minnesota. Please!"

"He's lying," Rousseau says again.

Sayid pulls out his knife. "I'm going to cut him down."

Rousseau protests as Sayid climbs up a tree and cuts the rope holding Henry Gale above us. It take a minute, but eventually Henry falls to the ground. "Thank you," he says, untangling himself from the net.

"You're making a serious mistake," Rousseau says. I ignore her and move to Henry. I don't know if he's an Other, but he doesn't seem like much of a threat right now.

"It's okay," I say to him, helping him sit up. "You're alright. Take it easy."

He continues to stare at Rousseau. "No," he mutters, standing up and running in the other direction. I turn around and Rousseau is loading her crossbow.

"Wait. Danielle, don't!" Sayid yells. But Rousseau shoots him anyway. I run in his direction as he falls to the ground. He sits there, whimpering with pain, the arrow sticking out of his shoulder. I turn to Rousseau. "What the hell! You could have killed him!"

"If I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him," she says simply.

"You shot this man with no provocation," Sayid says beside me.

"He is one of them," Rousseau says again. "Tie him up. You should take him to your doctor. He's no good to you dead."

Sayid grabs some of the rope from the trap and starts tying Henry's wrists. Henry whimpers as Sayid moves his shoulder. "And then what?" Sayid asks.

"You talk to him, Sayid. As I recall that is what you do. But know this: he will lie for a long time. He will lie."

Sayid picks Henry up and tosses him over his shoulder. "Where's Jack?" he asks me.

"The beach, but the hatch is closer. All of the medical supplies are there. I can start cleaning it."

"Who is manning the hatch right now?"

"Who do you think?"

"John, John wake up," Sayid says, standing over him in the bunk-bed. I'm with Henry, who's crying on the floor.

"What?" Locke asks.

"Come out here."

"What's going on?" Locke asks, assessing the situation.

"He says his name is Henry something from Minnesota. Rousseau caught him in a trap. She thinks he's an Other."

"Minnesota, huh?" Locke says.

"That's the question, isn't it?" says Sayid.

"Where am I?" Henry says from the ground Sayid kneels down beside him.

"Who are you?" he asks.

"Henry, Henry Gale. Ah, my back."

"We're going to take it out," Sayid says. "But first I want you to relax. How did you get to this island?"

"Four months ago, we crashed, my wife and I."

"Crashed in what?"

"A balloon. We were trying to cross the Pacific."

"Your wife, where is she?"

"She died. She got…she got sick three weeks ago. We were staying in a cave off the beach. Ah, my shoulder. At least untie my arms."

"What the hell's going here?" Jack says, entering the room.

"Rousseau trapped him in the jungle," Sayid says. "She believes he's an Other."

"An other what?" Henry asks from the floor.

"You shot him with an arrow?" Jack accuses.

"Do I have a bow?" Sayid counters.

"Rousseau shot him," I tell Jack.

Jack gets down next the Henry, who's starting to faint. "Hey, hey, you with me?" Henry doesn't respond and Jack turns to me. "Were you just going to let him bleed to death, Tia?"

"He's fine. He's in pain, but he's nowhere near dying," I say.

"I was trying to get honest answers while he was able to give them," Sayid says.

"We should let Jack treat him first," Locke says. "Then we'll get our answers."

Jack starts to examine Henry. "Jack, do not untie him," Sayid says.

I don't want to treat him, even though this injury is right up my alley. Jack works on Henry as Sayid, Locke, and I discuss our new friend in the corner.

"So, what do you think?" Locke asks Sayid.

"What do you think, John?" Sayid counters.

"I think he's pretty convincing. What about you two?"

"Yes, he is," Sayid agrees and I nod my head. He doesn't seem anything like our friend with the beard.

"The real problem is there's no way we can be sure he's telling the truth," Locke says,

"That is not necessarily true," Sayid says. "Does Jack have the combination to the armory?"

"For now he does," Locke says.

"How long would it take for you to change it?"

"Sayid, no. You can't do this again. Remember what happened with Sawyer? I can't let you do this again. If you're looking for someone to punish—,"

"Why would I need to punish anyone?" Sayid says innocently. "I want to find out who he is. I want the truth. And I think we both know that Jack will have issues with what must be done in order to get it." He turns back to Locke. "So how long, John, to change the combination?"

"Couple minutes, tops."

"Then I suggest you get started."

Locke heads to the vault. I grab Sayid's wrist. "I'm pissed about Shannon too. I'm pissed about Walt. You wouldn't let me do anything to Locke when Boone died, how can I let you do this to yourself again?"

"Because you're just as curious as I am. And unlike Jack, you and I both understand that sometimes certain things need to be done to get what we want."

I know he's right. I know the US Military had interrogators. I'm not stupid. And I agreed with the policies. I treated the tortured. I know he's right. But what if he's wrong about Henry? What if he really crashed in a balloon?

A few minutes later Jack has finished on Henry and we approach them. Henry is still lying on the floor, shaking slightly.

"Did he say anything while—,"

"No, he didn't," Jack says, cutting Sayid off. "He was in shock."

"We can't just leave him laying here, Jack," Locke says, approaching. "If people see him it'll create a panic."

"Yeah, well, where do you think we should put him?" Jack asks.

"I say we put him in the armory, where it's secure."

"Better to err on the side of safety, Jack," Locke supports. "At least until we can be sure."

"What do you think?" Jack asks me.

"Yeah, the armory. We don't want to freak anyone out on their shifts."

"Okay," Jack agrees. "For now."

Jack and Sayid pick Henry up, who's still in shock, and carry him into the vault.

"We can pull that cot in here," Jack says, setting Henry down. "He shouldn't be on his back."

"Good idea," Locke says. Jack gets out of the vault over to the cot and Sayid slams the door shut, locking himself and Henry inside.

Jack runs back to the door, pounding on the outside. "Sayid, hey, what the hell are you doing?" Jack yells to him. "Sayid!"

"Jack, stop," I say, grabbing his wrist and stopping his pounding.

"You're letting his happen again? After what happened last time?"

"Jack, you don't understand. We don't know who he is. This is something Sayid needs to do."

"Don't make this personal!" Jack yells. "This is about Shannon, nothing else. You can't let him do this!" Jack starts to turn the combo lock on the door and fails. "Damn it. Sayid, open the door! Sayid, answer me!"

"Jack," Locke says.

Jack turns to him. "Why isn't this combination working, John? Did you change it?"

"Yeah."

"Why would you do that?"

"You were raising an army," Locke says.

"What?" Jack asks, confused.

"And why you didn't ask me to help, well, that's your business, but there's only one reason to raise an army, Jack. And that's because we're at war. And like it or not, whatever Sayid has to do behind that door…that's a part of it, too."

"And you?" Jack says to me.

"I agree. I told you not to start an army. You didn't listen. This is what armies do, Jack."

"What if he's telling the truth?"

"What if he's not?" I counter.

After a few minutes of angry pacing, Jack starts to clean up the blood and tools on the floor.

"Do you want some help?" I ask.

Jack ignores me. Locke tries next. "Jack I know this isn't—,"

"Shut up!" Jack say bitterly. "Both of you."

He drops the bloody tools in the kitchen sink and moves back to the floor. "Where are the pliers?" he asks.

"What?"

"The pliers are gone."

I let out a breath. "Sayid," I say. I guess this was a bad idea.

We start to hear Sayid yelling from inside the vault, his speech muffled by the door. I can hear Henry yelling for help.

"Sayid! Sayid!" Jack calls, back to banging on the door. He turns to Locke. "Open it. Open it now, John!"

"Jack, this has to happen," Locke says.

Jack runs up to him and pins him against the door. "Open that damn door, you understand me! You open it now!"

"No."

The alarm from the button starts to go off. "Now!" Jack yells as Locke looks toward the button. "Open the door!"

"Let go of me, Jack," Locke says, trying to get free to push the button.

"Or what? You want to push the button? Open the door," I start to move and Jack notices. "Tia, I swear to god, if you push that button—,"

"I'm not pushing the button. John, you need to open the door. I know we need answers but you're not thinking about what this is doing to Sayid. Remember what happened last time?"

The alarm becomes more insistent, it's beeping speeding up. "It's under a minute now, John. You better think fast."

"You wouldn't. If we don't... You would risk everyone's lives?" Locke says.

"You talked me into pushing that button once, John, but it's yours now. You're the one who won't risk it, you. Me? I don't think anything's going to happen when we get down to zero."

"Tia, please!" Locke shouts.

"Just open the door, John. This is enough."

"You want to see what's going to happen?" Jack yells. "Let's just see what's going to happen."

"Okay," Locke concedes. "Okay, right 15, left—,"

"You think I'm stupid? You open it!" Jack says, shoving him towards the vault.

Locke unlocks (hehe) it fast, then bolts into the computer room. Jack opens the door and I see Sayid punching the living crap out of Henry. Jack grabs Sayid, trying to restrain him. Henry is on the ground, blood seeping from new wounds on his face. He's mumbling "I'll tell you whatever you want," and Sayid is yelling "He's lying," over and over. Jack manages to get Sayid out and I shut the door, locking Henry inside.

"What the hell was that?" Jack yells at Sayid.

"He is one of them," he answers, calmly now that Henry is out of his sight.

"Yeah? Did he tell you that?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"Because I know," Sayid insists. "He is one of them."

"I think that Rousseau thought that about you once, Sayid. If I'm not mistaken she strapped you down, she shocked you, all because she thought you were one of them."

"He is," Locke says, coming back into the room. The beeping from the alarm had stopped shortly before.

"What?" Jack asks.

"He is one of them. To Rousseau, we're all Others. I guess it's all relative, huh?"

Back on the beach, I see Sayid sitting with Charlie. I haven't gone far from his since what he did to Henry. I have no problem with what he did. I just hate seeing that look on Sayid's face. I over hear his and Charlie's conversation.

"There is a man down in the Hatch. A stranger captured by Rousseau. I beat him. I beat him badly."

"Why are you telling me this, Sayid?" Charlie asks.

"Jack asked me how I knew. How I knew for sure that this man was lying. How I knew for sure that he was one of them, one of the Others. I know because I feel no guilt for what I did to him. But there is no way I can ever explain that to Jack, or even Locke, because both of them have forgotten."

"Forgotten? What?"

"That you were strung up by your neck and left for dead. That Claire was taken and kept for days during which god only know what happened to her. That these people, these Others, are merciless, and can take any one of us whenever they choose. So tell me, Charlie, have you forgotten?"

This whole conversation has me distressed. I know Sayid means no harm in telling Charlie about Henry, even after we agreed to keep it secret to the whole camp, just between the four of us. I leave, deciding that Sayid has been doing this for a long time and that he knows how to cope with it.

But I do agree with him. I feel absolutely no guilt in locking Henry up in the armory vault.

The baby started crying well after I went to sleep and he hasn't stopped for a long time. I decide to get up and stretch my legs since I can't sleep with my tent being so close to Claire's. I get up and make my way to her tent and see Kate there, guarding Claire against Rousseau, who's showed up at the camp.

"Hey, get back! Get away from her! What do you think you're doing here? Just get out of our camp," Kate tells Rousseau, who leaves with little prompting. I run up to Claire and Kate.

"What happened? What did she say?" I ask.

"She said there's something wrong with him," Claire tells us. "She says he's sick. Tia, can you look at him?" she starts handing me the baby.

"I can take a look, but I don't know much about babies, Claire. Shouldn't we get Jack?"

"John went to get him from the hatch," Claire tells me.

I have Aaron in my arms and I sit down on Claire's bed. He has a rash on his stomach and he won't stop crying. He's also running a fever.

Jack shows up about twenty minutes later, picking Aaron up out of his crib. "It's just not like him," Claire says. "He always sleeps through the night. And this rash... I mean, there's something wrong."

"Babies get sick, Claire," Jack says.

"Okay, well, the fever and cough?"

"It's perfectly normal."

"He hasn't been eating at all."

"Claire, he's okay. It's probably roseola. It's a typical virus that's common in children his age, and the rash is a sign of it."

"Okay, what's if it's not? What if he caught something really bad, like some kind of infection?"

"Infection? Where did you get that idea?" Jack asks, confused.

"Rousseau was here," I tell him.

"What did she say to you?" Jack asks Claire.

"She said she knew he was sick, okay? That he's infected."

"Claire, there is no infection. We've been on this island for two months and no one's gotten sick. Rousseau's crazy. We're going to let the fever just run its course. It's going to be fine, okay, trust me. I'm going to get back to the hatch. I'll come back in a couple of hours and check on him again, okay?"

"Yeah," Claire agrees, giving up.

"Claire," I say. "I'm sure that if there was something wrong Jack would know."

I know I'm the last person to have faith in Jack right now, but he wouldn't lie about the baby.