"Step away from the case!" Sayid shouts to Juliet, who's sitting at the base of a tree about a mile away from the caves, unlocking a small, plastic, black case.

"Listen to me, Sayid," she protests.

"Step back," he says again.

"It's full of medical supplies," she explains, stepping back and gesturing. "They're for Claire. Jack knows all about it."

"Jack ain't here right now is he?" Sawyer says. "You wanna take a look at that case, Brown Eyes?"

I bend down and open the lid. Inside is a medical injector and several vaccine bottles full of an unknown, clear substance.

"I'm telling you the truth," Juliet insists.

"You said earlier if you told me everything you knew, I'd kill you," Sayid says. "I'm going to test the validity of that statement."

"He means talk," Sawyer simplifies.

"We don't have time for this."

"We cleared our schedules. We got all the time in the world."

Juliet pauses for a moment, staring us down. "You know it's interesting," she says eventually. "That you three are now the camp's moral police. I'm curious, Sayid, how long was it before you told everyone on that beach exactly how many people you've tortured in your life. Do they know about Basra? And I'm sure the first thing you did when you got here, James, was to gather everyone in a circle, and tell them about the man you shot in cold blood the night before you got on the plane. But Tia, yours surprised me the most. But I'm sure your friends back at camp know all about Paul DeMarco. So why don't we just skip the part where you three pretend to be righteous. I'm taking that medication back to Claire. And you're gonna let me. Because if she doesn't get it, she's gonna die. And the last thing, that any of you need right now, is more blood on your hands."

Sayid and Sawyer stare at her, stunned. I'm the same way. How could she possibly know about Paul DeMarco? No one knows about that. Not even my brothers. It's my greatest secret. How does this stranger know something I've managed to bury from two years ago, right before I left for basic training?

I back up from the box and Juliet grabs it and runs back to camp.

"Basra, huh?" I say, sitting down next to Sayid.

"Do not talk about that," he says, threateningly.

"I don't want to know. What I want to know is how she could have possibly known about all of that stuff."

"You mean about Paul DeMarco?"

"You want me to ask you about Basra?"

"Fair point." He pauses for a few seconds. "There is one thing I know for certain."

"And what's that?"

"She cannot keep her secrets for long. Most of them may still trust Jack," he gestures to the other castaways with his head. "But eventually, they will learn the truth."

"That we can't trust Jack anymore?"

"Unfortunately, no. And they will realize that shortly."

I stare down Jack and Juliet outside of my tent. "Morning, Tia," Desmond says, startling me. He stands above me with Hurley.

"Hey, Des," I say.

"Must be nice, being back home."

"Yeah, tell me about it," I say, sarcastically.

"Listen I was wondering if I could borrow your first-aid kit. Twisted my ankle."

"You want me to take a look at it?" I ask, diving into my tent to retrieve the one I got from the pallet.

"Nah you're alright. I've taped my fair share of ankles."

"Okay," I say, handing it over.

"Thanks."

Hurley stands there, awkwardly. "Something wrong Hurley?"

"Nah, just, keeping Desmond here company. 'Cause, we're friends."

I look between the two of them. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Desmond insists.

"Desmond, Hurley can't keep a secret. What's going on? Does it have something to do with your weird future flashes?"

Desmond looks at me sheepishly. "Could you go get some water, brother?" he asks Hurley.

Reluctantly, Hurley walks away. "I can't tell you everything," Des says.

"Why not?"

"It was, it was like a sort of jigsaw puzzle. Only I didn't have the picture in the box so, I don't know how the pieces fit exactly."

"Again, why can't you tell me what you saw?"

"If I tell you that, it'll change the picture in the box."

"Isn't that what you normally try to do? Stop Charlie from dying?"

"It's not Charlie this time. I don't want to change the picture."

"So you want whatever this is to happen?"

"More than anything."

"Does it have something to do with Penny?"

He looks at me, startled. "I told you. I can't change the picture on the box!"

"Calm down, man. I'm not going to interfere with your whole thing. Just do me one favor."

"And what's that?"

"Don't tell Jack about this. Not a word."

"Aye, I'll be sure to keep clear of him. Don't worry."

That evening, Desmond, Hurley, Charlie, and Jin went off down the beach on a "camping trip". Jack and Juliet spend more time together. Sayid and I stay far away from him.