So Shannon is still sitting by Boone's grave. So much for her finding-Walt mission, I guess. Although, to be fair, I keep forgetting that in show time, Boone didn't die all that long ago. Sayid walks up, sits down next to her. "I know what it is to lose someone you care deeply about," he says. She stares at him for a moment. "You really think that this is all about Boone?" she says. Well, considering you've been sitting there for hours now "I saw Walt, Sayid," she says. 'Then why are we sitting at Boone's grave?" he asks. Good question. But she looks at him like he's an idiot, and stands up. He asks where she's going, and she says, "To find him." Well, I don't want to come off all Sayid on you, Shannon, but I agree that actively looking for him is more likely to bear fruit than sitting by your brother's grave.
Flashback to Shannon at her apartment with her ballerina roommate bringing in the mail and telling Shannon that "it came." She hands Shannon the envelope, and Shannon says, "Oh my god," and says she can't open it. She asks her friend to do it. "You have been waiting six months for this letter. No way I'm opening it," she says, so Shannon takes it, opens it and reads. "I got it," she says softly, and there is much "Oh my god!" and hopping and hugging. Sweet. You know I'm all about the LesYay! No? No good? I come off like a drunken frat boy? Fine.
Before the clothes get peeled off, however, there's a ringing phone to answer. Shannon answers. "Um, that's impossible," she says, and asks if the caller's sure. "Of course. I will certainly do that. Sorry," she says, and hangs up. "My rent cheque bounced," she tells her still-clothed roommate. "But you're, like, rich," the roommate says. Quite helpful, she is.