"I want him gone," Locke whispers to me.

"Then get rid of him."

Locke grabs me by the arm and drags me into the computer room where Henry can't hear us. I yank my arm out of his grip. "Don't ever touch me like that," I warn him.

"Sorry. I just want him gone. He's annoying and condescending—,"

"You're just mad because he's intuitive. Can you really blame him for trying to get inside your head, John? You've got him locked up in the armory."

"Yeah, and now I—,"

"Want him gone, I know. So let him go."

"I can't. I still don't know if he's an Other."

"John, I'm not sure why you're telling me this."

"I want your opinion. Is he lying? How can we figure it out?"

I take a deep breath. "I don't think he's telling the truth about the balloon. Is he an Other? Maybe, but there's no way of knowing for sure. I guess we could get another opinion."

"Maybe Sayid can—,"

"No," I say sternly. "No Sayid. Not again."

"Then who?"

I think hard. Who would be able to tell if Henry was lying? Who knows more about the Others in the camp than anyone else? I think long and hard about my answer before saying it to Locke. "Ana Lucia."

"Ana Lucia? You trust her? After Shannon?"

"Shannon's death was not Ana Lucia's fault. Ana thought she was going to be attacked by the Others. She was tormented by the Others for over a month. She knows how they work, at least more than we do. And she was a cop. That's got to count for something?"

"Fine. Jack should be here soon to take his shift with you. I'll get Ana Lucia. Can you get Jack away from the vault so I can sneak her in without him noticing?"

"He said something about taking a shower. Can you get her down here fast?"

Locke's head jerks to the corridor as the sound of the front door opens. Jack enters from around the corner. "What's going on?" he asks us.

"Nothing, Jack," Locke insists.

Jack looks at us suspiciously. "You two getting along now?"

"Better than ever," I say sarcastically.

"I'm going to the beach. Shouldn't be too long," Locke says, heading towards the corridor and out the front door.

I walk into the living room and fall into the couch, grabbing the book I was reading earlier. The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck. Hell of a book. Jack has followed me into the room. He nods at the armory door. "He say anything?"

"Nothing unorthodox. Gave him breakfast, took him to the bathroom. Basic day with Henry so far." Jack doesn't say anything, just stands there looking at the door. "Didn't you say you wanted a shower?" I prompt him.

Jack breaks his gaze, looking back at me. "Yeah I did. We have any soap bars left?" I point over to the pantry door where the food was kept before Hurley gave it all away. "Thanks," Jack says.

Twenty minutes later, Jack is in the shower and Locke is back with Ana Lucia. She notices me and my book immediately. "Should've figured you'd know all about this," she says.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You three. You, him, and Jack. You all know everything around here."

"Yeah, well, it's better than being in the dark. You here to meet our friend?"

She nods and Locke turns the dial on the door, unlocking it. Ana steps inside and Locke closes the door behind her. "I'll go tell Jack about this," he volunteers.

"Jack's still in the shower."

"That's fine. I need to shave anyway. The steam will open up my pores," he says, stroking the stubble on his chin, grinning. "Enjoy your book."

I hear nothing of Ana and Henry from the couch. It's kind of unfortunate that Henry can hear everything we say, but we can't hear anything through the vault door.

Twenty minutes later Jack and Locke are in the living room, Jack's hair still wet and Locke's face is bleeding a little near his ear where he nicked it with the razor. Jack looks at me. "So you were in on this?"

"We can't keep him in there forever, Jack."

Jack walks over to the vault door and puts his ear up to it. "I can't hear anything."

"She's only been in there about thirty minutes," Locke says.

"How do you know he hasn't snapped her neck, John?"

"How do you know she hasn't snapped his?"

Jack goes to sit at the dining room table while Locke fiddles with a screwdriver. I continue my Steinbeck. I've barely read two more pages when Ana knocks on the door. "Coming out." Jack gets up from his seat and opens the hatch door. "He told me the same story he told you," Ana informs us, leading the way to the computer room so Henry can't hear us.

"You believe him?" Locke asks.

"I don't know yet. I need more time with him."

Locke gestures to the living room. "He's all yours."

"Tomorrow. I want to give him some time to think." She turns to Jack. "If that's okay with you."

"I didn't tell anyone, Ana."

"No worries, man," she says. She looks at me. "Sayid is looking for you on the beach. He wants your help building some kind of table."

I'm confused. Sayid knows I have a shift today. Why would he ask for me now? I'm about to ask Ana, when she winks at me, her face out or Jack and Locke's sight. What is she up to?

"Okay. Locke," I call into the living room. "Can you take the rest of my shift?"

"Might as well," he calls back. "Have fun."

I follow Ana Lucia out the door. After it's securely closed I turn to her. "What was that about?"

"I got some stuff out of him that you didn't get. I want to show you and Sayid together, though."

I'm confused. "Why us?"

"Because you've both been effected by what they've done. You both deserve answers."

I couldn't agree with her more.

Sayid is placing long sticks of bamboo together with the help of Charlie, building a table like Ana said. "Sayid, can I talk to you?" she asks, approaching him.

"Of course."

She looks at Charlie. "Alone?"

Sayid looks back at Charlie, then to me, then back at Ana. "Whatever you need to say you can say it here."

"It's about the hatch."

"You mean the guy locked in the closet there?" Charlie asks. "What about him?" I had forgotten Sayid told Charlie the night he beat Henry.

Ana looks at me for the okay. I nod my head and she reaches into her back pocket, pulling out a page to a book. There are pencil markings on it. A map. "It's to his balloon." Ana tells us.

"How did you get him to do this?" Sayid asks, shocked.

"I asked nicely."

"Do Jack and Locke know about this?"

"Jack and Locke are a little too busy worrying about Locke and Jack. All I want to know is if this guy's telling the truth."

"Why come to me?"

Ana looks at him sternly. "Judging from what you did to his face that's what you want, too."

Sayid studies the map. "This is at least a day's walk."

"Then we should get going," Ana says.

Sayid stops and points. "That cliff there appears to be this," he says, sliding his finger along a sketch of cliffs on the book page map.

"Score one for Henry," Ana says.

"Pointing out a geographical touchstone does not mean he's leading us to a balloon."

"Maybe not, but at least we're on the right island," Ana jokes. Sayid doesn't respond, he just starts walking again.

"Humor's not his strong suit," Charlie say to her. Ana just stares at him. "And I'm saying this to you," Charlie notes sarcastically.

"Let's go guys," I say before Ana decides to sock Charlie in the mouth.

We follow Sayid. Behind me I hear Charlie and Ana bicker. "You looking at my bum?" Charlie asks her. I smile. Ana, checking Charlie out. That's a good one.

"No," Ana says. "I'm looking at your gun."

I whip around fast. How did Charlie get a gun? Sawyer has them all. Well, actually I have a gun, only because I got it from Kate and I refused to give it back to Sawyer. But it's in my pack, hidden beneath some clothes.

"My what?" Charlie says, trying to play dumb.

"Maybe you should give the gun to somebody who knows how to use it," Ana suggests.

"Maybe I will," Charlie challenges. "As I recall, the last time you had a gun you murdered someone."

"Charlie, do I need to remind you what happened last time you had a gun," I say, referring to Ethan.

"That's enough," Sayid says, calming the tension. Charlie pulls the gun out of his pants and makes to give it to Ana. But he just teases her and hands it to me instead. I hand it to Sayid, as I've already got one. "We'll go as far as the base of the cliff and we'll camp there." Sayid says, pointing to the edge.

Late that night I pretend to be asleep next to Charlie, who snores softly beside me.

"Do you mind?" Ana Lucia whispers to Sayid.

"You should sleep while you can," he says to her.

"Yeah, I can't sleep." She pauses then starts an explanation. "People don't like me. I tried to get them to most of my life. I guess I just gave up a while back. I mean, I am what I am. But you and her," I assume she's talking about me. "You two have a good reason to hate me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did."

"You were trying to protect your people," Sayid says. "It wasn't you that killed Shannon; it was them. And once we find out he is one of them then something will have to be done."

He's never been more right. But that being said, if Henry is lying, I'm terrified of the man I might see my Iraqi friend become.