When we come back, we're in Thailand, with Jack and Achara at an open-air restaurant, and the friendly chef is dropping off a couple of plates of "special Thai dish for you, you try." Jack plows right into it, and the cook laughs and calls Jack "very brave." After he leaves, Achara says, "My brother likes you." Jack stops shoveling food into his face long enough to say that he's a very likable guy, and I guess he figures he doesn't know anyone in Thailand to contradict that.

Achara teases him about not knowing how to fly a kite, and Jack says he just never learned: "My dad worked a lot and wasn't exactly the kite-flying type anyway," he begins, and thank God Achara cuts him off by saying that she has no interest in his father. Still, that seems just the teensiest bit rude, but fortunately Jack just laughs and says that's a "relief" because he's "pretty tired of talking about him." Whatever, Jack, she didn't force you to start behaving like you're on your therapist's couch. "Some things are personal," agrees Achara, and the two of them are silent a moment before Achara predicts that Jack's in Phuket to find himself. "Why would you say that?" asks Jack, smiling, and Achara simply says, "You are an American." Jack doesn't know what to make of that. I suppose it's better than assuming he's there to find underage prostitutes (not to give away the plot of Sawyer's upcoming Thailand flashback episode or anything).

Fortunately, before we can get into some trite discussion of Jack finding himself, a man approaches their table, and he and Achara exchange greetings in Thai, and then the man hands her an envelope, thick with what looks like cash. They speak a little more and the man leaves, a bemused Jack taking it all in. Achara puts the envelope in her purse, and notices that Jack watches. "I have a gift," she says. "Must be one hell of a gift," says Jack, good-naturedly, but if he's hoping for more details, they're not forthcoming.