Once Des is all tied up, Charles says that he knows how this looks, but if everything he's been told about Des is true, then Des will be fine. He hates to resort to forcing this "test" on Desmond. "But once it's over, I am going to ask you to make a sacrifice, and I hope for all our sakes you'll help me." Des asks Widmore what the bloody hell he knows about sacrifice. Widmore: "My son died here, for the sake of this island. Your wife -- my own daughter -- hates me. And I've never even met my grandson. But if you won't help me Desmond, all of it will be for nothing. Penny, your son, and everyone else will be gone...forever." With that, he turns his back on Des and exits the shed. Des screams, struggles, knocks over his chair, breaks it, and climbs the wall of the shed, trying to find a way out. Jin sees it all via monitor. When Widmore returns to the generator room, Jin lays down the law. He's not helping with anything unless he knows what's going on. Widmore tells him that Des is the only person in the world known to have survived a catastrophic electromagnetic event. "I need to know he can do it again, or we all die." That makes me think Desmond is EVERYONE'S constant. Widmore then addresses his crew: "Turn it on."
Baby Face hits the switch. Zoe monitors stuff. Back in the shed, Des tries to kick his way out. Once the whatzit is at full power, Widmore pulls the hesitant Baby Face away from the controls and mans them, himself. He pulls down the gear. Over in the shed, the donut glows like a portal to a hell dimension. Oh wait, there are two donuts. They both start sparking or arcing or whatever it is that electro-magnetic hell dimension portal donuts do. Des stands between them screaming, "Let me out y'bastards!" Back in the generator room, we see a funky computer generated diagram of what's going on in the shed. There are EMF readings below it. Over at some control panel, there's a Gauss meter that's pinned in the red zone. The tag over it reads, "Magnetic Flux Density." Next week, the part of Desmond will be played by Michael J. Fox. Back in the shed, Desmond is caught up in the
spell electro-magnetic activity. He shakes. He rattles. He rolls. He hokeys. He pokeys. The reading audience is enraptured by my deep commitment and mad skillz when recapping action sequences. He starts to keel. Is it? Yes. He's doing the Electric Slide. We cut to a shot of fluffy clouds in a brilliant blue sky.