"So you trust her. She's okay?"

"Yes, Claire. She's okay. She's a clinical psychologist. This is the kind of thing she does. You don't have to worry about it."

"Her name is Libby?"

"Yeah. Now calm down. I've got to run to the hatch really quick but I'll be back in about an hour, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah okay."

Claire wants her memories back. The ones she lost when Ethan abducted her. I told her to talk to Libby, because I can't think of any other way to do this.

Inside the hatch I see Locke and Jack standing in the kitchen and they notice right away when I enter.

"How's our new friend?" I ask.

"I don't know what we're doing," Jack says.

"We can't hide him down here forever," Locke says. "Changing shifts around is going to get people asking questions. I just want to know what the long term plan is."

"Well, John, let me ask you this: we don't have a long term plan for the button but we keep pushing it, don't we? Look, until we know who he is, whether or not he's telling the truth, we have to keep doing what we're doing. If you've got a better idea let's hear it."

"Why don't you let me go?" Henry calls through the door.

I still haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since the Sayid fiasco yesterday. "Did you feed him?" I ask.

"No yet. I was getting food," Locke says.

I pull out a papaya from my pack. "I'll do it. You mind the button." I grab a knife and start cutting.

"You want to talk to him?" Jack asks suspiciously.

"Yes, I do. I think you guys are a little scary, no offence. I'm really good at fishing out the liars. Plus, I won't be long, I told Claire I'd be back at the beach in an hour."

"How's the baby?"

"Still sick." I finish cutting the papaya and pick up the plate. "Could you open the door for me?"

Locke opens the door and I walk in. Henry is sitting on the bench, which looks like Jack and Locke have converted it to a bed. Henry is reading a book by Dostoevsky.

"Hello," I say. "I brought you some food."

"Thank you," he says, grabbing the plate. He takes a dapper bite out of a slice. He looks back up at me. "I don't know your name."

"I'm Tia," I say.

"Henry Gale," he says, holding out his hand. This guy is scary polite. I shake.

I sit down on the other, smaller bench. "Henry, I want to apologize."

"What for? You didn't do anything to me."

"Actually it's something I didn't do. I should not have let Sayid question you. His approach was badly timed."

"Badly timed?"

"We shouldn't have started off that way. Treated you like the enemy from the start."

"You have enemies?" he asks.

"Everyone has enemies, Henry."

"Are these the Others you and your friends keep talking about?"

"Yes. And now, I would like to ask you some questions, if that's alright?"

"I've already told you everything."

"You haven't told me anything other than your name and where you're from. That's not what I want to know."

"I'll answer your questions. I just want out of here."

I don't tell him that that's probably not going to happen. Instead I say, "How did you get here. To the Island?"

"My wife and I crashed. In a balloon."

"Why would you travel in a balloon?"

"Because I had money. And Jennifer thought it would be 'neat'".

"Jennifer? That's your wife?"

"Jennifer was my wife," he says. "You sound just like your Iraqi friend."

"In what way?"

"He kept asking me about Jenny. Burying her. What it was like."

"That's because Sayid is still grieving," I say.

"And so are you," Henry says.

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell. You look the same way I feel. Did you lose someone?"

"I did. But we're not talking about me Henry. We're talking about you. So you crashed in a balloon. Then what?"

"We lived in a cave. Then Jenny got sick. She died and I buried her."

"Where's your beard," I ask, looking at his clean-shaven face.

"I shaved. I had razors on the balloon."

I look at Henry. I can't detect any trace of lie on his face. But I know he's lying. I feel nothing about keeping him locked up. I have no desire to release him. I feel scared about releasing him.

"Alright Henry. I've got somewhere to be. You have a nice day." At that moment the alarm for the button goes off.

"What is that thing?" Henry asks, annoyed.

"Nothing. It just does that. We can't figure out how to make it stop." Best not tell him too much.

I knock on the door and Jack lets me out. "What did he tell you?"

I grab his shoulder and pull him to the computer room. "He can hear everything you say in the kitchen and bedroom. If you want to keep secrets from him, keep your mouths shut.

Back on the beach, Kate is waiting for me. "Claire got some of her memories back," she informs me.

"What did she remember?"

"Ethan, injecting her stomach with a medicine. That's all she could tell me."

"Is she alright?"

"We're going into the jungle. We're gonna try and find the place where they took her. She thinks there's medicine there that can help the baby."

"But the baby's fine."

"She won't listen, and she's going with or without us"

"Us?"

"Yeah, you're coming too. I know you don't have a shift at the hatch until tonight. I don't know what we might run into, and I could use your help. Claire doesn't know how to handle a gun."

"Sawyer gave you a gun?"

"He gave me two," she says, pulling one out of her pack. "Claire is getting Sun to watch the baby. We're leaving soon."

My nine-mill is in the butt of my jeans. Kate and I walk up to Sun's tent, where she's holding Aaron. "Ready to go?" Kate asks Claire.

Claire nods and bends down to her baby, who's crying from his fever. "Aaron, sweetheart, shh. Mommy's got to go now, sweetheart. Don't cry. Don't cry. I'll be back really soon and I'm going to make you feel all better, okay. I promise." She stands up straight and looks at Sun. "Thanks."

"You okay?" Kate asks her.

"Yeah," she says. "Let's go."

"You're sure this is her trail?" Claire asks Kate as we trek through the jungle.

"We started at the exact spot where we chased her off the beach."

"So, what do you guys know about Rousseau?"

"Not a lot," I answer.

"You spent all that time with her when you went out to the Black Rock. You all must have talked about something."

"Just about her ship crashing here and she and her research team getting stranded," Kate says.

"What happened to them?"

"They died," Kate says. I let off a cough to tell her she's said too much. If Claire thinks Aaron is sick, we can't let her know why Rousseau killed her team.

"How?" Claire asks us.

"The tracks are gone. The trail ends here," Kate says, looking up off the ground.

"Tia, Kate, how did they die?" Claire asks again.

"She killed them."

"Kate!" I exclaim.

"What? Why, why would—,"

"Because they were infected," Rousseau says, coming out of the trees. "You believe me now, don't you?"

"I want you to take me back there," Claire demands, stomping over to Rousseau.

"Back?"

"To where I scratched you." I look at Rousseau's arm. There's a scab of a scratch that looks suspiciously like nails. I remember our trek to the Black Rock and Locke had asked her how it happened. She'd said it was a bush.

"You know I remember! I remember a lot of it now. I remember the room, the medicine, a teenage girl. Okay, so don't lie to me and make out you don't know what I'm talking about. My baby is sick and you're going to take me back there to get what he needs. Right now!

"It's not far from here," Rousseau says, taking the lead.

We follow her for about half a mile when she stops. "Why are we stopping here?" Claire asks.

"This is where you scratched me."

"But there's nothing here," Claire says.

"Where do we go next?" asks Rousseau.

"Why are you asking me that?" Claire yells. "You need to tell me where to go."

"Where is this room?" Rousseau asks intently, moving in on Claire.

"How can you be saying that? Okay, you grabbed me, that's why I scratched you. Because you were taking me back to them!"

"Is that what you think?" Rousseau says. "You said you remembered! That's why I brought you here! You lied!" Rousseau grabs Claire's shoulders and from behind me I hear a gun cock.

"Hey, get your hands off of her!" Kate yells.

Rousseau looks over to Kate and let's go of Claire. She walks to the gun and puts her chest at the barrel. "Go ahead, please," she begs. "Do it."

Kate stares at her. "Kate, I think you should put that down now," I suggest. A woman this mentally unstable shouldn't have to face death like that.

Kate lowers the gun and looks past me. "Claire!" she yells. I turn around and notice that Claire is missing as well. Kate starts moving, following her trail and I follow Kate, with Rousseau behind me.

We find Claire not far off, standing in front of a twisted log, staring it down. "There you are," I say, when we've caught up.

She starts walking off again. "Where are you going?" Kate calls after her and we follow her some more.

"I know this is it," Claire says

Kate makes to follow her but Rousseau grabs Kate's arm. "Leave her alone."

"Excuse me?" Kate says, shocked at Rousseau's physicalness.

"Let her look."

"Look for what?" Kate says bitterly, yanking her arm out of Rousseau's grip. "Claire!" she calls.

It's started to rain. Claire is pulling branches and giant leaves off of a small hill. Soon she's uncovered a tarp. What's a giant black tarp doing out here? Kate and I help her pull the tarp off the hill, but it's not a hill. It's a set of doors with the DHARMA logo on it. Except, instead of a swan in the middle, like the logo in the hatch, it has a caduceus in the center. I grab one door and Claire grabs the other and we pull it open. A set of stairs leads down into a dark hallway where a light is flickering on and off.

We walk inside. Kate finds a box on the wall that she opens. "Flashlights," she informs us, grabbing them out of the box and distributing them to Claire, Rousseau and myself. "The lights," Kate says, pointing her flashlight toward the flicker. "I'm going to see if I can turn the power on." She turns to Claire. "You okay?"

"This way," Claire says, walking down the hall. The lights come on and she and Rousseau enter a room, but I start to look around. I find another room and enter it, with Kate behind me now. The room is full of lockers, like the ones in high school. I open on and there's a ton of clothes inside on hangers. Dirty, ragged clothes, like the ones our friend with the beard wore in the jungle. At the bottom of one of the lockers I find a tackle box and I open it. Inside is a bottle of DHARMA Theatrical Glue and a fake beard.

The beard is the exact same as Mr. Friendly's. Next to me Kate is holding a dirty knit cap. WE exchange a look of pure confusion.

"Kate, Tia. Come here, I need some help!" It's Claire, calling from another room. I replace the glue and beard quickly and run towards her voice. She's crouched in front of a refrigerator, whose doors are on the ground.

"What is it?" Kate asks, crouching down beside her.

"It's in here. The vaccine's in here," Claire insists.

"Okay," Kate says, gripping the side of the fridge. "One, two, three."

She and Kate manage to lift the fridge. Claire opens it, but there's nothing inside. "It was in here," Claire insists. "The vaccine was in here! Where it is? The vaccine was in here!" Claire stands and turns to Rousseau. "You were bringing me back here! Where is it? You know where it is, don't you? Tell me where it is! Tell me!" Claire stares at Rousseau, whose face is shocked at Claire's accusations. After a minute, Claire's face softens. "You weren't trying to take me back, were you? You were trying to save me."

"I carried you on my back to your camp. I left you where they would find you." Rousseau says.

"I'm sorry," says Claire. Rousseau starts to leave the room. "Where are you going?"

"You're not the only one who didn't find what they were looking for," Rousseau says.

The three of us follow her out of the medical hatch and back towards our camp. There is little talking. When we're almost back Rousseau stops. "This is as far as I go," she says.

"Your baby," Claire says. "Was it a girl?"

"Yes."

"What was her name?"

"Alex. Alexandra."

"I remember a girl," Claire tells her. "A girl with blue eyes. She helped me. She saved me, just like you did. She wasn't like the others. She was…good."

"I'm sorry that you didn't find what you were looking for," Rousseau says. "And I hope your baby is not infected. But if it is, I hope you know what must be done." Rousseau disappears into the trees.

Later in the night Jack came to check on the baby. Aaron's fever broke while we were gone and the rash has started to fade. It was just roseola after all. Jack informed me that Mr. Eko knows about Henry in the hatch. He also reminds me not to tell anyone about him. Too many people know already.