Jin has apparently learned enough English to argue that it wasn't a person but rather a Dharma Initiative Brand Food Drop (pat. pend.) Hurley doesn't buy it because of the signal beacon; he thinks it was a pilot who ejected. Charlie slaps Hurley on the back of the head and says he can't believe Hurley is so stupid as to think you can eject from a helicopter. And why does Hurley think it is someone? Because Desmond said someone was coming. The Three Stooges turn to stare at Desmond who is rapidly packing up camp sot they can go find the pilot. Charlie refuses to start tromping through the jungle in the middle of the night. When he mentions Rousseau's booby traps, I close my eyes and wrap up into a fetal position and rock back and forth until I realize that they aren't showing Charlie getting skewered. Desmond looks a mite guilty, but still says that all four of them have to go NOW. Why? Because that's the way it is supposed to happen. Charlie still refuses, saying, "Well then it's supposed to happen without me." Desmond pauses, checks his flashback for accuracy, and realizes that if they left now, the lighting would be all wrong. He agrees to leave at first light, but not before visualizing an impaled Charlie one last time. God!
Speaking of God, Brother Desmond and his busted nose knock at a door. Said door is opened by the man who socked him one on behalf of God. The guy tells him to leave, but is quickly pushed aside by a young woman who tells him he is not helping. Desmond weakly smiles and says, "Hello Ruth." Ruth and Desmond sit on opposite sides of the living room uncomfortably sipping tea. Ruth says she hears Desmond is a monk now. He explains that he is technically still a novice, she interrupts to explain that she really doesn't care but would like to know why he is there. He thought he owed her an explanation. She says that he couldn't begin to explain because he left one week before the wedding. Everything was planned, bought, and paid for. He interrupts to explain that he had a calling. That's funny, in this country they call it cold feet. She smirks because they had dated for six years and the closest he came to a religious experience was Celtic winning the cup. (What you thought it was something else?) Desmond recounts a drunken evening with a monk who had a rope tied around his waist. (Whoa, Catholic porn is way out of my league.) When he woke up in the gutter, he knew he was supposed to leave everything that mattered behind, sacrifice all of it, for a greater calling. Ruth is not impressed. "It's a good thing a bloody shepherd didn't help you up, you'd be off with the sheep." Now sheep porn, that I can handle. I am from Oregon after all. Ruth tells him that the next time he wants to break up with someone he shouldn't join a monastery, but just tell the girl you're too bloody scared. Um, Ruth? I see you have a cross on your wall there, but I'm getting the impression you're a little fuzzy on the whole monk thing. You see, I don't know what you and your monks do, but generally monks don't break up with girls. 'Cause, you know, they're monks.