Jack's stitching up Shrapnel Guy, who suddenly wakes up, grabs Jack by the collar, and hisses, "Where is she?" Hey, it's Marshal T-1000! That was a nicely orchestrated reveal, I must say.
Sayid discovers that the radio has a little bit of signal, and starts shouting into it, only to hear feedback. "Feedback from what?" Kate asks, and Sayid realizes that there's another radio transmitting somewhere near them. "That's great!" Charlie says. Sayid tunes into the correct frequency, and a woman's voice comes on speaking French. "Does anyone speak French?" Sayid asks, and Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity says that Shannon does. "You spent a year in Paris!" he declares, to which she replies, "Drinking, not studying!" Maybe the woman on the recording is a bartender? In that case, Shannon should be able to translate fine. They realize from a counter on the transmission that the message is a repeating loop; after a little more pointless bickering, Shannon takes the radio and translates: "I'm alone now. I'm on the island alone. Please, someone, come. The others, they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all." Some speedy math tells Sayid that "if the count is right, it's been playing over and over for sixteen years." Everyone looks pretty freaked out. Well, except Kate Beckinsale, who looks sad and pensive. "Maybe they came for them," she says, but Sawyer logically points out that if the woman was rescued, the message wouldn't still be playing. "Guys," Charlie says, obviously no longer even a tiny bit high. "Where are we?"
Next week on Lost: Mug shots! Guns! Knives! A man in a suit! Jack's seatmate claims that her husband's not dead! And Locke spends some quality time with the Iron Giant!