Elsewhere, Kate has found some sort of locker room. Opening one of the lockers, she finds some tattered clothes hanging up. Either that or the costume designer for the Dharma Initiative's main-stage production of Oliver Twist deserves some kind of award. Probably not so much the latter, but I love that they would hang up the rags. Wouldn't want them to get wrinkly, I suppose. She even finds Gruffy McScruffenbeard's little tuque thingy, and in a little box at the bottom of the locker, a bottle of theatrical glue and a fake beard.

Back in the nursery, Rousseau and Claire see something else left behind: the blue baby bootie that Claire knit. It doesn't look nearly as dirty as the rest of the room. Claire bends down to pick it up. Quick memory flashes, and this time the slot-machine of memories settles on the young brunette, late teens or early twenties, urgently trying to wake up Claire, who doesn't appear to know who she is. "Shhhh, he'll hear you. Look, you have to get out of here." Claire, who, as per usual, appears drugged, is understandably confused and keeps saying she can't leave, while the girl cajoles her into getting up and moving. They go to the door and look down the hallway, and see the Others' M*A*S*H unit getting ready. "Don't scream. They're going to do it tonight," says the girl. And since Claire is in danger of alerting them and the entire island as to what's going on, the girl brings her back into the room and closes the door. "You're going to die. They're going to cut him out of you. I can get you back to your camp, but we have to leave. Now!" Claire thinks she's lying, and she's sure about this, and blah blah blah. It's amazing to me that Claire actually even remembers this, considering how out of her head she is. She wants to talk to Ethan, and says Ethan wouldn't hurt her, and finally the girl is all "enough with the Ethan, how about some ether" and puts a rag over Claire's face, and she passes out. "You'll thank me for this one day." Shutting her up? I'm thanking you now.