Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
The sound of Lostzilla in the distance again, giving everyone a fright.
" but you realized this place was not what you imagined it to be."
What exactly did everyone imagine this place to be? Anyway, Lostzilla's not so distant anymore. "It's right outside!" squeaks Kate, and Agent Weiss wants to know what's up. No one answers Wrong-Way Weiss, and as the lostaways peer through the windows, something grabs Weiss through the cockpit, leaving behind nothing but blood. Jack grabs the transceiver, and the three non-eaten people hightail it right out of there, getting separated in the process. Charlie and Kate meet up right away, but Jack doesn't show up until they find the bloody, mangled body of the pilot stuck in the treetops. Jack didn't actually see the mauling, and the three of them wonder just what could have done it.
Back on the beach, Sun is being oppressed by Jin's quiet, old-fashioned chauvinism as he prepares sushi to gross everyone out with.
"Despite your differences, you begin to find some common ground."
Jin offers some fish to Hurley.
Hurley declines, and rudely laughs at Jin. Is this narrator even paying attention?
Jin tries offering some to Claire, who gamely takes it
"To have hope."
The narrator might as well be blabbering over some entirely different show by this point. The fish practically induces Claire's labour. She's just thrilled that she's felt the baby for the first time since the crash, and forces a terribly embarrassed Jin to feel her stomach.
Sayid's doing his electronic MacGyver wizardry on the transceiver rescued from the cockpit while Kate pesters him, and he tells her that they might be able to get a better signal if they get the transceiver to higher ground.
Sawyer broods over a letter.
"You try to let go of the past, even as your future is uncertain."
I almost didn't recognize him without the stubble. He watches the transceiver expedition head off, and joins it, prompting a snarky comment from Kate. "I'm a complex guy, sweetheart," is his response.
So they reach some higher ground and get a signal -- a French broadcast that Sayid says is close by, based on the strength of it. "The French! The French are coming! I've never been so happy to hear the French!" says Charlie. Shannon reluctantly translates the message (which we know turns out to be Rousseau), all about how she's alone, and the others are dead, and it killed them all, and she's batshit crazy and all that. Sayid figures out that the broadcast is on a loop that's been playing for sixteen years. "Guys, where are we?" says Charlie, who already has a Grizzly Adams beard by this point.