Sawyer tells her not to take it out on him because she feels guilty. "I don't feel guilty!" she says, telling Sawyer that they had to leave Jack behind. But that's not what Sawyer's talking about: "I'm talking about you and me. I know you did it because you thought I was a dead man. So don't beat yourself up because the doc's left behind." God, sleep with Sawyer once and he gets all clingy. Instead of saying, "What the hell does any of that have to do with anything," Kate says she's not beating herself up. "Of course you're not. So now that we got that out of the way, let's go," says Sawyer. I like that: "out of the way." I'm sure we won't have to hear any more about this, the endless battle for Kate's devotion. Kate looks awfully stunned, either because Sawyer's right, or because she can't believe what a fucking baby he's being over a little prison booty call.

Back on Alcatraz, the Others gather on the beach in advance of the awesome retaliation sure to come their way from that crack commando unit known as the Lostaways over on Craphole Island. Jack's looking at Ben, lying on a stretcher, when Isabel says, "'He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us.' Your tattoos -- that's what they say." Dude, I think she's hitting on you. She's digging Jack. "That's what they say," says Jack. "That's not what they mean." But that's all he says, saving what the tattoos mean for the next tattoo flashback episode, I suppose, and he walks down the beach to join Ben, who gets lifted into a rowboat so they can be ferried out to a larger craft.

Hey, a montage! It's been a while! Kate and Sawyer walk through the jungle, carrying torches. In retrospect, Sawyer might have let Carl leave with the boat after they got back to camp. The camera lingers a long while on Sawyer's melancholy face, just so we know how much he loves Kate. Somewhere else, Carl sits by himself at a campfire. He looks up at the night sky, at the stars, and when the camera eventually comes back down, it is, of course, on Alex, also staring up at the sky. I'm not sure that was corny enough; couldn't they have thrown in a shooting star or two?

Now on a larger motorboat, Jack and Juliet sit on opposite sides, looking over the bow out onto the water. Juliet looks over at Jack, and when he looks back at her, she smiles. Jack plays it cool, clearly thinking, "Yeah, that's right. I know you want to get with this," and looks back over the water.