Crazy ol' Rousseau wanders into the camp, toting her rifle and cyptic warnings of The Others. She says they're coming, and she can tell by the plume of black CGI smoke in the distance. You can run, hide, or die, she tells the lostaways, which I remember being told at summer camp once, so big deal. Everyone pitches in to get the raft ready, and Rousseau leads a dynamite-seeking expedition to Black Rock. Which is, as it turns out, a shipwrecked galleon. And after all the work Mercutio put into his raft! We don't see these so-called Others, though. And despite Arzt (not Art!), the Formerly Unknown Science Teacher Who Now Has A Starring Role, getting chased by Lostzilla (Rousseau calls it the island's "security system"), we never get to see that either. And there is yet more dithering over what to do with the hatch. So in some ways, this episode sounds like it was another tease, but it was actually a really entertaining lead-in to next week's season finale, as characters say their goodbyes (because of the crew leaving on the raft) and the flashbacks jump from character to character in their final moments before boarding the fated flight. Sawyer does some work to atone for a being a lazy bastard (and he does it shirtless, so everybody wins), and he tells Jack about meeting Jack's dad, who was really very proud, et cetera. Jin and Sun have a moving, tearful reconciliation, which is great, because those two would have the best-looking children ever produced anywhere. Jin's leaving not to get away from Sun (which makes sense, because Jin's not stupid), but so that she can be saved. Aw. Best of all? Vincent's back! (Unfortunately, Walt entrusts him to Shannon, so, like, R.I.P. Vincent.)
Mercutio chases Walt down the hall, as Walt yells for Mercutio to get away from him, drawing attention from some of the other hotel guests. Catching him at the elevator, Mercutio says he doesn't like this any more than Walt does (NICE to say to your kid) but he's getting on that plane. And Mercutio forcibly drags Walt back to the room, telling the concerned guests that it's okay, because he's Walt's father. Walt yells that he's not, but Mercutio's word was apparently good enough for the other guests, who go back to their rooms.
And we all know how Walt and Mercutio have bonded since then. And Walt's still an early riser, as he wakes up here next to his dad, and wanders over to a tree to take a morning whiz. Said tree is not far enough from the camp for my liking, however; fortunately for the health and hygiene of the rest of the beach lostaways, before he can contaminate their living area, Walt spies someone moving through the bushes. It's Rousseau, not that Walt knows her. He follows her through the trees as she approaches the camp. And so much for the neighbourhood watch instituted after Claire was kidnapped, hey? I'm giving Rousseau the benefit of the doubt and assuming that she's ignoring Walt, because given that he seems to be about six feet away from her, there's no way she couldn't see him. It's when she finally walks into the camp that she looks directly at Walt. She has her perma-crazy look on her face, and she ignores Walt and keeps walking. Walt stats shouting for his dad, waking everyone else up in the process. "Who's that?" Charlie wants to know, and Sawyer guesses that it must be the "French chick," and I suppose that's for the benefit of all the viewers who didn't just see the "previously on Lost" scenes. Sayid tells everyone that it's okay -- oh yeah? The crazy woman with the gun who blew up her own shelter rather than be found again is strolling through the camp? She's okay? He asks her what she's doing there. "The others are coming," she says. Yeah, for about twelve episodes now. Did they get lost? Get a copy of Let's Go: Craphole Island already, damn.
After the first round of commercials, we come back to Rousseau holding the lostaways enthralled with her story of a fateful ship that ran aground with her team sixteen years ago. She says she was already seven months pregnant at the time. So you were leading this expedition why? "I delivered the infant myself," she says. Wow, that's some motherly warmth. "The baby and I were together only one week, when I saw black smoke, a pillar of black smoke, five kilometres inland. That night, they came. They came, and took her. Alex. They took my baby." Charlie can't help but glance at Claire, who hugs Turniphead just a little more closely. "And now, they're coming again," continues Rousseau, the World's Worst Bedtime Storyteller Ever. "They're coming for all of you." "Who's coming?" says Jack, like, here we go again. "The others," says Rousseau. Anybody want to question her a little further? See if she says anything more than "the others" over and over again? "You have only three choices: run, hide...or die." She's so inspiring. It's like a Tony Robbins seminar.