The fuselage. Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity points out Rose to Jack and asks if he wants to talk to her. Both, by the way, are clearly put off by the smell. Of the fuselage, not Rose. Rose smells like chamomile. Again, Jack demurs, pointing out that he's not a psychiatrist, but Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity casually mentions that Jack saved her life.

Broody Beach. Rose fingers the wedding band dangling from a chain around her neck, staring makai. Jack comes over and drapes an airline blanket around her shoulders. He reminds her that he was in seat 23A, across the aisle from her. Rose doesn't speak as Jack tells her she needs to drink some water. Oh, sweet Jesus, does that beach look beautiful. It's fifty degrees and drizzling in New York today.

The hunting party. Kate compliments Mercutio on his son's bravery. Mercutio honestly answers that he can't take credit for that: "I wasn't part of his life until his mother passed away, two weeks ago." I really like Mercutio, mostly because there doesn't appear to be any big secret behind his character; he's just a normal, affable guy dealing with a poignant situation. His struggle to connect with Walt is really touching and interesting to me, and I hope it doesn't get all mucked up with like Mercutio actually being a murderer/kidnapper or something. He tells Kate he had gone to the city -- Sydney, I assume -- to "go get him," although the captioning reads "go get them," which seems unlikely. Unless by "them" he's referring to Walt and Vincent. He asks Kate what she was doing in Australia, and she doesn't have time to answer "eating bacon" before Locke hears a growl in the underbrush and shushes them. They creep forward to an area of tall grass. Locke makes a series of random hand gestures. Mercutio nonsensically, but hilariously, says, "Quit giving us the steal signal." Naturally, the boar charges them, and via BoarCam 3000 we see Mercutio fall trying to dance out of the way. He rolls around on the ground, groaning; the boar clipped his leg. Kate rushes to his aid while Locke lies flat on his back, staring, as in the first scene, at his foot.