Back at the pier, Henry's walking Michael over to the boat and bitching that the arrangement that was made with him isn't to Henry's liking, but "we got more than we bargained for when Walt joined us, so I suppose this is what's best." Michael lived up to his word, and the Others live up to their word too, says Henry, who asks if Michael knows how to drive a boat. Michael says he does. "Good. Then you're going to take this boat and follow a compass bearing of three-two-five, and if you do that exactly, you and your son will find rescue." Michael's understandably skeptical and asks how Henry knows Michael won't tell people where he was. "Maybe you will, maybe you won't. But it won't matter. Once you leave, you'll never be able to get back here," says Henry. Oh, and then there's the fact that you murdered two people to get your son back, so I don't think you'll be talking to anybody about what's gone on here. I'm paraphrasing. Michael glances back at the four Lostaways tied up and kneeling. They must be getting really sore by now. "My friends -- I was promised you wouldn't hurt them," he says. "A deal's a deal," says Henry, not too convincingly, but almost daring Michael to make an issue of it. "Who are you people?" asks Michael. Henry stares at him, before breaking out in a creepy smile. "We're the good guys, Michael," he says, and then turns the boat over to Michael, who spazzes, wanting to know where his son is. Henry calmly tells him Walt's already on the boat. Michael hops on, and sure enough, there's Walt, just below deck. "Bon voyage, Michael," says Henry. I tell you what, I was thinking "boat bomb" right there. Walt and Michael have a happy reunion, with much hugging, and it looks like if you asked Michael right now, he'd tell you: totally worth it. He asks if Walt's okay, and Walt says yes, and Michael tells him that everything's going to be okay, that they're going home. Over a little ways, Hurley glances over at Jack, who slumps a little bit. I hope he's thinking "well, at least Walt's okay," and not "fucking little brat."
Henry strolls back over to where the fantastic four are being held, and motions to Miss Tipoff, who takes off Hurley's gag and cuts the rags binding his hands. "Hugo, you can go back to your camp," she says. Hurley's rather surprised, to say the least, and she tells him his job is to tell the rest of the Lostaways that they can never come here. "But...what about my friends?" asks Hurley. "Your friends are coming home with us!" says Henry brightly, like it's an exciting trip they've got planned. Hurley looks pretty downcast, not because he's leaving his friends, but because it turns out he's not really part of the A-Team. He looks at Jack, who nods for him to leave, and he does.