A ways down the beach, Sayid's got some sort of deluxe tent thing set up with canvas and palm fronds. Shannon smiles and asks if it has an inside. I'm no physicist, but yes? They go inside, which is all Queer Eye for the Persian Guy with candles and flowers everywhere. Sayid's really putting on the full-court press here. She's amazed. "When did you do this?" she asks. During the endless hours of NOTHING TO DO you have when you're a plane crash survivor on a deserted island, is my guess. Sayid simply says, "It's all for you," and she thanks him, and he gives her a husky, "You're quite welcome," and then sees his opening and moves in, and then start kissing. Shannon slides her hand down his back, towards his ass and turns out that is a gun in his pocket. Or waistband, anyway, and he apologizes it and removes it. She asks if he needs to carry it around all the time. "I only carry it because I have someone to protect," he says. Sayid, I like you, but relax; I think you're in there this time. And sure enough, they hit the floor of the Iraqi love shack.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, the Ana-Lucia crew is resting in the jungle darkness. Cindy risks a beating by telling Ana-Lucia that it's been an hour and they should get moving again. Ana-Lucia gruffly responds to let 'em rest a little longer. She herself does not need rest, for she is Ana-Lucia, Sneering Warrior-Woman. Cindy's all worried about the Others showing up, and Ana-Lucia has no answer to that, other than her perpetual scowl. Sawyer offers up the theory that she's lost, and you'll never believe this, but she snaps at him, and when he asks her which way to go (calling her "Ponce de Leon") her response is ask him which way he'd go. Sawyer wants to wait for Mistereko to come back. "If your friend didn't run off, Eko would still be here, now, wouldn't he? You sure didn't have any problem leaving him behind, though, huh?" Ana-Lucia's going to have to try a whole lot better than that if she's trying to make Sawyer feel bad. He says that Michael only cares about himself and his kid: "Neither's got squat to do with me." And then for some reason Robert Horry is there, and -- no, wait, that's Michael, saying, "Glad you feel this way," and you know, if a guy like Michael, whose preferred form of jungle traversal is yelling and crashing through the bush, can sneak up on the Tailaways like this, it is no wonder that the Others have been kicking their asses since the crash. Sawyer looks at Mike and at least has the decency to appear chagrined. Sawyer says he didn't expect to see Michael again. Maybe that's because you took off in the opposite direction. Jin strolls up now to say a few words in Korean, clearly admonishing Sawyer. "Yeah, yeah, Chewie, I know," sighs Sawyer.