Zoe demands to see the man in
black charge. Since that's Faucke, she tells him that he took something (i.e. Des) from Team Widmore, and (in a lovely parallel to Faucke's edict at the Temple) he has until nightfall to return it. To seal the deal, Zoe asks whoever is on the end of her walkie-talkie if he has her position. Since he does, Zoe says: "Show them what we're capable of." There's a whistling sound overhead, followed by loud explosions on the edge of Camp Faucke. She hands Faucke the walkie and walks off. Fauke, the uber-luddite handles the gadget like you might handle a Medusa Spider, and lets it drop to the ground. Once it's down, he smashes it with his walking stick. That's it. We'll kill Faucke with a hand-buzzer thinggum! He'll never see it coming. Shhh. Don't let him know. Right now, he's rallying his Fauckers. "Well, here we go." Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here we go -- again.
Sideways; Day: Claire enters a big L.A. building, asks security about the location (15th floor) of an adoption agency, and signs in at the desk. And who should find her there but
stalker special snowflake extraordinaire, Desmond Hume. They remember one another from LAX and before Claire heads off, she makes sure to tell Des he was right. "It's a boy." As they board the escalator, Des can't help but get personal. He noticed Claire came to visit an adoption agency. He's going to see a lawyer right now -- a lawyer who owes him a favor -- and he really thinks Claire should see her. "Adoption contracts are complicated; and, you should be careful because you could find yourself in a situation that's irreversible." Since she's too dumb to live, Claire gets in the elevator with her stalker and agrees to meet with his solicitor. Hats off to Henry Ian Cusick, here. He takes an extremely creepy and contrived narrative, infuses it with warmth and charm, bastes it with his lovely burr, seasons it with savoir-faire and serves up a Desmond who you might listen to, even if you aren't in the running for a Darwin Award. "Look, I promise you it won't cost you a cent. Please. It'd be my absolute pleasure." Wibble.
Sidebar: Okay, so there's magical science going on. I get that. I accept it. I love it, even. But even though Desmond knows both realities, his story tonight is just a little too too, isn't it? Read on. You'll see what I mean.
Law Office: Desmond's attorney is an American-accented Ilana -- Ilana Verdansky, or some other sky that isn't Radzinsky. She greets him with a hug and a kiss, 'cause hey, wouldn't you? When Des introduces Claire, Ilana cuts him short. She's been looking for a Claire Littleton from Australia. What are the odds? With Desmond's leave, Ilana invites Claire into her office for a private confab.