Cindy sits, head in hands, on the beach. Mistereko walks up, tow-headed youngsters in tow, to ask if she wouldn't mind looking after the children for a moment: "There's something I have to do." Cindy, still quite discombobulated, says okay. Mistereko tells the children to stay with the nice woman, and he'll be back in a moment. They sit down obligingly. Eko rolls up his sleeves and starts pulling in the dead bodies. Kind of reminds me of Sunday mornings after dorm parties. Those were some good times.
On the beach, some guy is screaming about his leg, and how bad it is, and you really want him to shut up, and then Libby rolls up the guy's pant leg, and there is a knobby part where there should be no knobby part. Oh, gross. Still, how about a little stoicism? While Ana-Lucia watches, Libby soothingly tells the guy that it's not bad, and starts telling this story about going skiing in Vermont, racing a "cute ski patrol guy," and the knobby-legged guy does seem distracted, when "I went off this mogul, lost my edge, and BAM!" says Libby, at the same time, wrenching the guy's leg back into proper non-protrudingness. And my lord, how he does scream, and passes out, I think. "Snapped my left leg," she finishes, like the guy's even listening. "Now that, that was bad," says Libby. As Libby affixes the poor bastard's leg to a splint, Ana-Lucia asks if she's a doctor. "Nope. Sadist," she says. Actually, she says she had a year of med school before she quit (quit my ass) and is in fact a clinical psychologist. So the Tailaways don't have a doctor like the Lostaways do. But at least they'll be very in touch with how they feel about dying. Libby notes Ana-Lucia saving the girl's life and asks if she's a doctor. AL says no. I don't think she was planning to say just what it is she does do, but before she has a chance, some Sean Bean Lite dude runs out of the jungle yelling for help, saying there's a man back there.