Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity tells Shannon the hunt didn't go well. "That bald guy never came back." "He didn't bring back any food at all?" Shannon asks. "Did you hear what I just said? Somebody might've died out there," her brother admonishes. Charlie shows up, waving a tasty-looking fish and rattling on about how you have to get into the mind of a fish, corner the fish, trap the fish, blah blah fishcakes. Hopefully he didn't catch a poisonous reef fish. Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity and Shannon get in a big argument about how he can't believe Shannon used Charlie just to prove she can fend for herself. Charlie looks a little too crestfallen for my taste; if he's really been in a rock band, surely he's seen people treated worse than this before, yes? I just think this scene makes Charlie seem ten years old, and we know he could be as old as eleventy-one. "That's low, Shannon, even for you," says Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity, to which Shannon retorts, "Oh, go rescue a baby bird or something." Awesome. Best character ever!

Broody Beach. Jack tells Rose about the memorial ceremony, and she agrees she'd like to be there for that. He helps her up, looking happy to have finally made some progress with her. He suggests that perhaps she might want to say something about Bernard. "My husband is not dead," Rose retorts. Whoops! One step forward, two steps back. Jack says that everyone who was in the tail section of the plane is dead. "They're probably thinking the same thing about us," Rose says. As she walks away, Jack sees, far away, a guy in a suit standing under a tree. But when he looks again, the guy in the suit is gone.