On the beach, someone's reading a well-worn copy of Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret, inspiration for many a TWoP-recap title (almost as many as Aerosmith's "Janie's Got a Gun" have inspired for me). If an upcoming scene is anything to go by, I've reserved Superfudge for the next Hurley-centric episode. Haven't read Are You There, God? myself. I read Blubber, and was quite fascinated by the children whose parents let them swear. Anyway, the book is dropped to reveal Sawyer in his big ol' Harry Caray glasses, and this is where the laugh track would kick in, if there were one, and if this were actually funny. Sun asks him how the book is, and he says "predictable," and all I can say is "ahem" to that. He also says there's "not enough sex," and Sun's eyebrows crinkle imperceptibly, all, "God, what a douchebag."

Anyway, in the very first and certainly unpredictable scene in which a lostaway needs something from Sawyer's stash, Sun asks him if she can look through the medical supplies he has, and Sawyer says no, that she has to tell him what she wants. She tells him to forget it, and starts to walk away. Sawyer, master negotiator that he is, tells her that now he's intrigued, so she can have whatever it is she's looking for, free. She asks again if she can just look. "It's not a drugstore, sweetheart," he says. True. Drugstores don't have guns and ammo. Wal-Mart?

It's been awhile since I've mentioned any commercials, but I'd just like to ask Boston Market if they're aware that the slogan "It's better than you remember" could be read rather negatively?

Jack's listening in at the armoury door. He says he can't hear anything, which may have something to do with Locke listening to the rock 'n' roll music that all the kids are into these days. He's even got a lava lamp going. Pull back with the camera a bit, and I bet there's a big ol' roach clip with some Grade-A Dharma medicinal marijuana. Jack says, "How do you know he hasn't snapped her neck, John?" Locke responds with, "How do you know she hasn't snapped his?" Uh, touché…?