Just then Charlotte calls everyone over to the jetsam she's found on the beach -- a fresh wreckage of some sort. Locke kicks over a large metal canister which reads BESIXDOUZE (with some sort of diacritical mark over the first E), and asks, "Does anybody speak French?" Well, Snicker Bitch did, but she's been sort of scarce, lately.
Meanwhile, out at sea, there's an octagonal rescue raft full of Frenchies! It's still pouring out there, or maybe this isn't a meanwhile, but a flashback, and does it actually matter? They're all yelling at one another in French, but the Lost producers didn't see fit to give us subtitles, and all my pidgin belongs to Español. The French woman spies some flotsam a ways off and yells about it. In French. Then the guys all yell some more in French, and one of them shines a flashlight on the flotsam. It's a MAN! A man floating on a something. Board. Door. Who can see in all that rain? The Frenchies row over to him and lift him into their raft. They flip him over and it's... JIN! Hooray. I knew if I just clapped my hands and said that I believed in fairies, my dream would someday come true. Goodness, even in the dark, in the middle of a storm, the man's facial bone structure just cries out, "Cut glass on this, bitch." And all the other men's faces slink away, which leaves a mess, but who cares about faceless-man messes when JIN's alive. Okay, he could be dead. But he's here, or there, so why would they bring him back just to be a corpse? I'm going with alive, and that's all there is to it.
Mainland; Current Day; My So-Called Marina Meet-Up: Kate pulls in at (by, on?) Slip 23, parks, and asks Jack why he called her today. He says he was worried about her. Kate asks why today -- why was he worried today? He hands her the paper with her address written on it, and says, "Right before I called you, Sayid was attacked and the guy that did it -- your address was in his pocket." In all the driving they've done today, this hasn't come up before now? Awkward silence of that magnitude boggles my mind. Kate didn't even know Sayid was in town. She asks Jack why, but he says that right now, all that's important is getting her and Aaron someplace safe. Kate says, "Safe from who?" and I struggle not to correct her.
Another vehicle drives up and Jack's out of his seatbelt and car door like a shot. Perplexed, Kate follows his lead. She watches a man pass in front of the Canton-Ranier Carpet Cleaning van, and her eyes grow wide as she lets his face register. It is so not Sayid. "Hello, Kate," says Ben, being all hands-in-pockets-I-wouldn't-hurt-a-fly. Sayid flanks him and gives Kate a look that I'm pretty sure says: you say the word, and I will kill this amoeba-on-flea-on-rat. Meanwhile, our wee little puppet man Jack stands up like a big boy and tells her, "It's okay. He's with me." You can hear Kate thinking, "He really didn't seem like he was still on drugs. And no, not just because he's clean-shaven, but he must be tripping, if he thinks I'll let him live after setting me up like this." Her mouth, however, only says, "He's with you?"