Broody Beach. Kate's staring out to sea as Jack approaches. "Well, this is a first," he says. "You, standing still, middle of the day, doin' nothing." Jack, have you been paying attention? If I recall correctly, the last time Kate accomplished anything other than being an adorable buttinski was when she sorted through clothes with Claire. "I am doing something," Kate claims -- she's standing in the surf, sinking into the sand as the waves roll over her feet. "I used to do it with my mom when I was a kid," she adds. Boy, stay out of the way of the Beckinsales when you go to the beach! Those Beckinsale girls have fun in the sun at a dangerous level! Jack clumsily segues to a discussion of Sayid, about whom Kate is still worried. Jack thinks he's fine. More awkward small talk, and Jack tells Kate that the baby's coming soon.
The jungle. Charlie brings Claire a cuppa and takes a seat. He asks if she's feeling better, then tries to take her mind off things by going on about a dream he has that symbolizes his fear of impotence. "I'm all right, Charlie," Claire says. Charlie tells her that if she needs someone to talk to -- a friend -- he would be happy to serve. She gives him a bit of a cold shoulder in response, though she's fairly nice about it. He says he gets it and takes off, clearly a bit hurt. Claire looks at the hypnogourd again and...
Flashback. Claire's walking down a Sydney street with a friend, telling her that Thomas Kinkade finished cleaning out his loft and she's moving in soon. They're heading to an appointment with a psychic, one which Claire feels a little nervous about, but her friend tells her it'll be fun.
The psychic, who looks like an evil Colm Meaney, takes Claire's hands and, after a long pause during which he receives information from the bulge in his back, asks Claire when she found out about the baby. Awkward! Claire looks at her friend, who shrugs an eloquent I-didn't-tell-the-psychic-about-your-baby shrug. "Two days ago," Claire says. Her friend interrupts the further silence to note that Claire hasn't told her mother yet, but Claire shushes her. E. Colm Meaney squinches his not-insubstantial forehead and looks aghast. "What is it?" Claire asks, and is put out when a frightened E. Colm tells her he can't go through with the reading. "You were gonna say something," Claire protests, but E. Colm tells her to leave, now. "What a freak," Claire's friend says as they walk out, but Claire looks scared.