Hurley wastes more batteries on an end-of-episode montage, though in this case his music selection can't be faulted: a little of the ol' Red-Headed Stranger, Willie Nelson. Walt asks Mercutio what his birthday is. Aw. I'll be mad if they screw this relationship up with overenthusiastic back-plotting. Sayid watches the fire, sitting next to Kate. We don't see Shannon and Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity, but I think they stayed on the beach. It's a shame; now that Shannon's finished her crossword puzzle, perhaps she'd like to solve a Jumble in the jungle. Back at the Grotto, Sun shakes the sand out of a sundress. Charlie strums his guitar. As Willie sings, "But look around you, and take a good look, just between you and me," a hoary shot of sad 'n' pensive Jack fades into a hoary shot of sad 'n' pensive Kate. Willie finishes: "Are you sure that this is where you want to be?"
Next week on Lost: I'm on vacation in London, so Daniel will be here for your recapping pleasure. Charlie wants his drugs, Sayid gets whacked on the noggin, and a cave-in buries Jack. "Is he alive?" Kate demands to know. "Is he alive?" She's displaying the journalistic doggedness of a young Bryant Gumbel! In -- well, you know.