...aaaaand Locke's waking up, holding his head in his hands, wondering if this show, with only a few episodes left this season, is going to start answering some questions instead of just piling on more puzzles. Commercials.
Back from the break, Locke's waking up Boone in the early morning, and you have to think that by this point Boone's really regretting hanging out with Locke so much. Not that he questions Locke a whole lot when Locke says they have to go, and they strike out into the jungle.
"Emily Annabeth Locke, in ten thousand words or less," says the private investigator in the Wal-Mart break room, handing some papers over to Locke. Those of you think she's not really Locke's mother maybe could offer your thoughts on how fortunate it was that Locke hired a private investigator who was apparently in on it somehow. "So, she's my mother," says Locke. The P.I. says he lifted some hairs from her car and matched them with a DNA sample from Locke -- 99.9 per cent sure. There's also a hospital admissions record; the P.I. says she'd been institutionalized a few times, for schizophrenia. "Apparently if she stays on her meds, she's okay." Locke asks about his father. The P.I. hems and haws a little, before pointing out that while Locke's mom is fair game for seeking him out, it's possible Locke's father doesn't even know Locke exists. "I've done this enough times to know, this stuff isn't meant to be, even though it might feel that way. But this probably won't have a happy ending." He taps the red file folder in front of him. "So, do you want it or not?" Locke barely hesitates. "I want it," he says, and the P.I. slides it over.