Meanwhile, down the hatch, Locke's examining the blast doors. The lighting starts to flicker, which makes Henry start to freak out worse than anything has so far. Locke squats down and tries to use the crowbar as a lever to open the door. No dice. Henry's still yelling, wanting to know what the noises were and what's wrong. Locke yells that nothing's wrong.

We flash back to Locke, who's traded in his blue ShopMart vest for the grey coveralls of a home inspector's job with Welcome Home. He's just wrapping up inspecting the house of some woman, who turns out to be Nadia. Sayid, wherever he is at this point, would be pleased I'm sure to know that Nadia's house's seismic bolting is first-rate and that there's no visible mould or dry rot. Locke says he thinks she and her husband have a pretty nice house there, which is awfully presumptuous, since it turns out that Nadia has no husband (something I'm sure Sayid would have also been pleased, at the time, to know). Judging from the sign on the lawn, she's selling the house. At least, I hope she is, as having a home inspection after you buy the house would be rather foolish.

Locke strolls back to his brown company truck, and he notices that the same car from the cemetery is parked across the street. He walks over to the driver's side door, which rolls down, revealing his father. Not much of a surprise there, I have to say. For anyone but Locke, I guess. "Hello, son," says Cooper.