It takes over a day to navigate our way back to camp. Sayid is mostly silent throughout the trip. We make it back to camp close to nightfall. Camp members spot us walking up the beach and greet us as we make it back home.

"You guys are alright!" Hurley exclaims, grabbing me in a bear hug.

"Hurley, you're here?" I breathe through the crushing of my ribs. "Where's everyone else?"

"Dudes, we need to talk," he says.

We head over to the kitchen where Charlie, Desmond, and Locke are sitting at the dining room table.

"You're okay!" Charlie says, coming over and giving me a hug. I squeeze him back, happy for the comfort.

I shake hands with Desmond. "My boat work okay for you?"

"They took it," I say. "Middle of the night, they swiped it."

"Don't worry about it," he says.

"What happened? Sayid asks Hurley.

"They took us," he says. "They took us to this dock at the ocean. But they let me go as like, a messenger."

"And what is their message?" Sayid asks.

"To stay away, dude. They put bags over Jack, Kate, and Sawyer's heads and, like, took 'em."

"What about Michael?" I ask.

"He let him go with Walt. He gave him a boat."

"He? He, who?"

"That guy, Henry. He's like their leader."

Sayid and I exchange a look of pain. We had their leader and he just got away. "I know," Locke says. "You're upset. But there's nothing we can do about it right now."

"What about that flash?" I ask. "The vibrating and the purple light?"

"Ah, that was me," Desmond says.

"Actually it was me," Locke interjects. "I broke the computer in the hatch and Desmond turned the failsafe."

"The failsafe? There was a failsafe all this time? Why didn't we use it before?"

"Well, sister, I didn't know what it would do," Desmond says.

"My name's Tia," I tell him. "Just in case you were wondering."

The Scotsman grinned. "Good to know."

"So what did it do?" I ask. "The failsafe?"

"Blew up the hatch," Locke answers.

"Blew up the hatch?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"So that's it? No more button?"

"No more button," Locke confirms.

"Hey, Tia, now that you're back, do you think you could take a look at Eko?"

"What's wrong with Eko?"

"He tried to stop us," Locke says. "Almost blew himself up with the leftover dynamite."

"Is he okay?"

"After his squall with a polar bear?" Charlie asks. "No, not really. He's been out of it since the hatch."

"Polar bear? Never mind. I don't want to know. Where is he?"

Charlie and Hurley take me to his tent. They've given his a new shirt and he lays on a bed of plane cushions, mumbling nonsense. "He's been like this for how long?"

"'Bout three days now." Charlie answers.

I bend down beside him. "Eko, can you hear me?" He doesn't respond, just mumbles incoherently. "I can't really do anything about this," I tell them. "Physically, he's a little beat up, but there's nothing I can do for what's going on in his head."

"Fair enough," Charlie says. "Let's get back to Locke. Maybe we can make a plan now that you and Sayid are back."

We exit the tent and start back toward the kitchen. Hurley stops us about halfway there. "You guys smell smoke?"

We turn around and Eko's tent is in flames. "Get him out of there," I shout to Charlie and Hurley, who run with me back to the tent. Other survivors come up to the tent and try to douse it in flame. Charlie and I crawl inside and grab Eko, me at the feet, Charlie at the shoulders. We manage to pull him out.

We drag his limp body to the tree line and perch him against a sturdy one. "Lay him down, gently," I manage to cough out, my lungs full of smoke and tired from lugging this man who probably weighs three of me.

"My... brother. My... brother," Eko mumbles.

"You're alright. It's okay," Charlie tells him.

"My... brother. Yemi."

"It's alright," Charlie says.

"I'm gonna get him some water," I say, standing and jogging to the rain tub as Eko mumbles "Yemi…"

I'm back in a matter of seconds, but Eko and Charlie are gone. I see Charlie talking to Locke a few meters away and job over to them "Where's Eko?" I ask.

"What are you talking about? You and I pulled him out over…over…" Charlie's eyes scan the tree line, but Eko is nowhere to be found. "He was right there! Eko?" he calls. "Eko?"

We search for about an hour, but he's nowhere near the camp. Locke can't even find a trail. "We can't worry about this now," Locke says to us. "Tomorrow we need to regroup, figure out what we're gonna do about this situation."

"The Eko situation or the Others situation?"

"Both."