Sawyer points out that "the greenhouse" is far away. So Locke suggests they return to the beach and take the Zodiac raft around the island and get there in double time. Sawyer snarks that he supposes Locke will know exactly what to do once they arrive at the Orchid. Snap out of it, Sawyer. Locke never knows exactly what to do. Most of his tenure on the island would have been well served by doing exactly the opposite of what he felt was best. I think you're overheated. Take your shirt off, honey. And snag Miles' flask from Daniel, as he doesn't seem to be actually washing Charlotte off with the water, anyhow. Sawyer ignores my ministrations while Locke answers him. "No... I know that Ben used it to leave the island, and if I can do the same thing, I believe I can save us.... This is all happening because they left. I think it'll stop if I can bring them back." Sawyer wants to know who Locke means by "them," so Locke obliges: "Jack, Sun, Sayid, Hugo, Kate..." And baby Aaron, whom we hope isn't playing with Sun's shiny new gun. Sawyer reminds Locke that the freighter blew up and the chopper with their escape-aways was probably on it, but Locke assures Sawyer that their friends aren't dead. When Sawyer wants to know how Locke knows that, Locke gives him a standard non-answer like any Other would, and says that doesn't matter. "All that matters is they've got to come back. I've got to make them come back. Even if it kills me. Don't you want 'em to come back, James? Don't you want her to come back?"
As Sawyer tells Locke that it doesn't matter what he wants, Miles calls to them. Charlotte's awake. When Daniel asks her if she's okay, she looks at him with alarm and asks who he is. He says, "It's me. It's Daniel!" She closes her eyes and whispers his name, and then groans, but er... not like that. And I'll just take the opportunity here to note how I covet this woman's coloring. A redhead, with the bluest eyes I've ever seen outside my father's paternal line -- her eyes just "pop" (darn you Stacy and Clinton; that phrase is so tired but it's taken over my brain). So... er... yeah, regardless of the fact that she looks like she'd be at home on the set of the color-enhanced Pushing Daisies, which ABC has already killed (and we hates them for it, yes we do), Charlotte is in rough shape on account of the magically hemorrhagic jet-lag. It looks like Daniel's finally dabbed some of the blood off her face, but plenty still remains. The hell, Daniel? You've had something like 15 minutes. I shouldn't pick on him. When Charlotte wants to know what happened, he displays his deep concern by giving her truthful explanation -- there was another flash and she passed out. She's still a bit dizzy but pronounces herself fine. Endearing himself to me more with every word that drips like honey from his lips, Miles deadpans: "Hooray. Everything's back to normal." He shrugs. "Now what?"