On the tape, we hear the coroner recounting the date and the time, that sort of thing, and also flirting with the assistant. Nice. Eko looks slightly amused at that, but the coroner's not smiling. On the tape, we hear him call it a clear case of drowning, and he announces he's going to start with the thoracic incision, but then there's shrill screaming, and yelling, and clattering, at least for a few seconds, before the coroner ejects the tape and hands it to Eko, telling him to take it, as he's never going to listen to that tape again.

Back in the jungle, Locke's sort of busting on Eko for getting lost already, but Eko points out that the map is "inexact." Well, it's a drawn-from-memory doodle of a diagram Locke saw for about ten seconds. You ain't gonna find Chester Copperpot's gold with it. "I didn't draw it, I just transcribed it. I don't even know if it is a map," says Locke in his own defence. "Let's assume it is," says Eko, which is kind what they've been doing for the last few hours wandering around the jungle, isn't it? Locke asks Eko what the axe is for. "I don't know yet," is his answer, which is not that reassuring coming from an impulse head-butter.

They come out into the clearing where the Boone-killing, dead-brother-transporting, burned-out plane is lying belly-up on the ground. Good thing they needed a map to get to a place where many people have already been. Eko asks if Locke wasn't the person who found the plane. Locke says he was, only it was up on the cliff. Eko shines his flashlight up the vines and roots or whatever hanging down the face. "And what made it fall?" he asks. "Boone. Boone made it fall. And he died. The sacrifice that the island demanded," says Locke (which kind of glosses over his own involvement), the last bit almost to himself, but Eko hears him, so Locke is all, "Never mind." He ask Eko what they're going to do now. Eko says they're going to make camp, get some sleep, "and wait for further instructions."

Back at Swan Station, Jack's anxiously wondering where Eko and Locke are. Kate tells him that it'll be tough finding Henry's trail in the dark, but they'll be back. Michael asks if Libby's said anything. You know, just anything, not something crazy like that he's the one who shot her or anything. Jack says she's still unconscious. And the bleeding's stopped. "That's good, right?" says Kate. "No. That's not good," says Jack, without bothering to explain about low blood pressure. "So there's nothing you can…" begins Michael, who is just asking to be found out, but I'm willing to buy that his friendship with the Lostaways plus his own gunshot wound would mean none of them would even wonder about the questions. Jack says he can make her comfortable, but doesn't have what he needs, and he looks over at Sawyer. "I gave you all the damn meds two days ago," he growls. "The heroin, Sawyer," says Jack. Sawyer shakes his head, eyes closed -- not, I don't think, at the request for the heroin, but with the realization that Libby's gonna die. He gets up, saying, "Give me twenty minutes." Only Jack has another idea: Kate will go with him. Sawyer protests that it doesn't take two people to carry the heroin, but Jack sharply says, again, "Kate is going with you." Sawyer sighs, figuring it out, but Kate needs a little more help, so Sawyer spells it out: "Jack over here knows his heroin's in my stash with the guns. So I can either show you where it's at, or let poor Libby suffer. That pretty much it, Jack?" Jack's all, yep! "Let's go, Freckles," says Sawyer, and stomps off. Michael sneaks a quick glance at the unconscious Libby, hoping she kicks it before she says anything.