Today is Sayid's flashback day. Yay! I love him. In the past, he is choppety-chopping in a restaurant when he is beckoned out front to speak to a customer. He assumes it is an irate one, so when the guy asks him if he cooked the meal, Sayid looks all abashed and checks to see if his band-aids, fingers, and hairs are all still attached to him. They are, so he sort of shuffles his feet and says yeah. The guy asks him where he's from, and Sayid claims he's from Syria. The customer scoffs and answers in Arabic, "You are as Iraqi as I am, young man." Even though he doesn't look any older than Sayid. Sayid in his world-weary way wants to know what the guy wants. Turns out the guy liked the meal so much, he wants to give Sayid a job! At twice his daily pay! That is so likely! I own a restaurant, and whenever someone really likes his or her hamburger, our cook is gone the next day. We go through six cooks a week! True story!

Sayid walks slowly towards the house. He has his hands in the air and his eyes wide open. He checks out the horse, because the cow isn't enough for him. The horse has a saddle. Sayid keeps walking. He spies a cat sitting on a table. He wisely glares at the cat. Good plan! Those things will totally sit on your chest and steal your breath while you sleep. Glare away, Sayid. He keeps walking. Aaaaand he gets nailed. People on this island sure get shot a lot. Maybe the Island is Baltimore? Kate starts to storm out of the bushes guns ablazing, but Locke puts the kibosh on it and tells her to wait. Patch Adams and his rifle lean out the window, hollering: "I didn't cross the line! We had a truce! This is my land! You said I could stay!" Sayid yells back: "I'm not who you think I am! My name is Sayid! I crashed on the island months ago! I am unarmed!" Exclamation points! Ack! Patch caves and rushes out of the house. Kate and Locke shoot at his feet until he stops in his tracks. Locke grabs his gun while Sayid stumbles to his feet, and Kate for some reason asks him if he's okay. Kate? Honey? He JUST GOT SHOT. There is NO WAY he is okay. Patch is surprisingly nonplussed by the turnabout. He raises his arms and calmly asks if they are really plane crash survivors. Instead of answering, Kate demands to know who he is. His name is Mikhail Bakunin and he is the last living member of the Dharma Initiative. Hmm. Impressive. But not nearly as impressive as being the father of modern anarchism. Eh, what do Wikipedia and I know?