The screen goes white.
Back at the pier, everybody's just standing around still, and there's a loud vibrating noise, and the ground seems to be shaking. Henry looks pissed, almost like he has some idea what's happening, and everyone covers his ears and the screen gets bright and high-contrasty. On the boat, Sun and Jin and Sayid -- guess he lit his signal fire and fucked off, hey? -- do the same thing. The noise keeps getting higher and higher pitched, as we see the Lostaways on the beach reacting the same way, dropping to their knees and covering their ears, and Aaron screaming in his crib because he can't cover his ears. Claire picks him up and tries to calm him, even though she's freaking out too. A quick shot of the sky reveals it to be purple, not blue.
Eventually, the noise fades, and Henry stops glaring at the sky as everyone around him recovers, and the light goes back to normal. Everyone, everywhere -- Jack, Sawyer, Bernard, Claire -- look around fearfully. Then Bernard and Claire look up in the sky, and see a large object spinning, falling towards them. Bernard hustles Claire out of the way, and the object crashes into the sand directly behind them. They look over their shoulders, at the quarantine door from Swan station.
After the commercial, the Lostaways have decidedly not fallen apart without the presence of most of the main cast. They're cleaning things up -- the beach pantry has food scattered all over the place. Maybe Bernard's organized things? Nah, there's no mutiny. A dazed Charlie comes out of the jungle, and Bernard asks if he's okay. "It's hard to tell, exactly. But, my ears, you know?" is the non-answer. Bernard asks where Locke and Eko are. Because Bernard knew they were all at the hatch? Don't think so! Charlie's just surprised to find out Eko and Locke aren't "back" yet. Then he sees Claire looking at him whilst rocking Aaron, and she smiles slightly, looking inexplicably relieved that Charlie's all right. Charlie smiles, because yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh. The yummy mummy likes him again.
Back at the pier, Henry's walking Michael over to the boat and bitching that the arrangement that was made with him isn't to Henry's liking, but "we got more than we bargained for when Walt joined us, so I suppose this is what's best." Michael lived up to his word, and the Others live up to their word too, says Henry, who asks if Michael knows how to drive a boat. Michael says he does. "Good. Then you're going to take this boat and follow a compass bearing of three-two-five, and if you do that exactly, you and your son will find rescue." Michael's understandably skeptical and asks how Henry knows Michael won't tell people where he was. "Maybe you will, maybe you won't. But it won't matter. Once you leave, you'll never be able to get back here," says Henry. Oh, and then there's the fact that you murdered two people to get your son back, so I don't think you'll be talking to anybody about what's gone on here. I'm paraphrasing. Michael glances back at the four Lostaways tied up and kneeling. They must be getting really sore by now. "My friends -- I was promised you wouldn't hurt them," he says. "A deal's a deal," says Henry, not too convincingly, but almost daring Michael to make an issue of it. "Who are you people?" asks Michael. Henry stares at him, before breaking out in a creepy smile. "We're the good guys, Michael," he says, and then turns the boat over to Michael, who spazzes, wanting to know where his son is. Henry calmly tells him Walt's already on the boat. Michael hops on, and sure enough, there's Walt, just below deck. "Bon voyage, Michael," says Henry. I tell you what, I was thinking "boat bomb" right there. Walt and Michael have a happy reunion, with much hugging, and it looks like if you asked Michael right now, he'd tell you: totally worth it. He asks if Walt's okay, and Walt says yes, and Michael tells him that everything's going to be okay, that they're going home. Over a little ways, Hurley glances over at Jack, who slumps a little bit. I hope he's thinking "well, at least Walt's okay," and not "fucking little brat."