Out on the beach, Claire's doing what I think any nine months pregnant woman is entitled to do: lounging. And since Boone is nowhere to be seen this episode, which is nice (except maybe for the portion of the audience that's swayed by pretty blue-eyed men), Locke needs someone else to harass, so he strolls up and asks Claire if she's free to help him out, since he's working on a project that could use an extra set of hands. She points out her baby-belly-induced lack of mobility, and he asks if she can hold a saw, and she says yes, and he asks if she can move her arm back and forth, like so, and he mimes sawing, like I've never been to Australia but I'M WILLING TO BET THEY HAVE SAWS THERE, LOCKE, and she says, "possibly," and he says she's perfect and he helps her to her feet. She wants to know what they're building, but he doesn't answer her, at least not that we see.
In the jungle, Sayid confronts Jack: "Where is it?" Jack has no idea what he's talking about. Sayid's looking for Rousseau's map, and Jack says he doesn't have it. Isn't Sayid supposed to be smart? I mean, Hurley woke him up to discuss the notes and all that, so he'd be the logical suspect. Well, he is, but Sayid just thinks Jack was making Hurley do his dirty work for him. Jack gives him a blank look. "You don't know anything about this, do you," says Sayid. Fortunately, at least for Hurley-finding purposes, Charlie wanders by, and Jack asks him if he's seen Hurley. Charlie says he saw him a couple of hours ago. "Acting like a loon, I might add," says Charlie. Well, you would know, Charlie. "My god, he's going after her," says Sayid.
So the three stooges pony up to go after him, and Shannon asks when Sayid's coming back. "If we can catch up to him, before nightfall," says Sayid. Look, at the risk of sounding indelicate...I mean, it's not like I've run any marathons myself lately, but I can't imagine Hurley's making great time. Look! There he is! Just down the beach aways! You'll be back in twenty minutes. Sayid smirkingly asks if Shannon's worried about him, and she snottily asks so what if she is, and he touches her cheek and says he'll be fine, and I guess this is supposed to be sweet or something.