My mind then goes completely crazy with way-off-the-beaten-track speculation. Usually, I hold it 'til the end, but I'm afraid I'll forget or the crazy will die down and I'll get shy, so here it is. What if Aaron is Sawyer? I know you SKaters just died a little inside, but hear me out. Claire's baby isn't supposed to be raised by anyone else. Sawyer wasn't raised by his mother, on account of her being dead at the hand of his father after they were conned by Locke's father. Maybe the Fords adopted Aaron-Sawyer from Claire back in the... '70s? And so now, Cassidy's only got Sawyer's picture (i.e. his baby) while Kate has him. Oooh, and... oh crap, I've already lost my crazy thread and related bravery, so never mind.

ANYhow, Kate rings Cassidy's bell, albeit not in the same way Sawyer did. Cassidy's all Omig-dYouWereDeadNowYou'reNotWhichIAlreadyKnew and your baby's wicked cute but what are you doing here? All in all, she'll thrilled to see her old friend and scam partner until Kate says, "Sawyer sent me." Dun!

Theme Song!

Cassidy's sitting at her kitchen table with Kate, holding an envelope positively stuffed with cash, although I have to note that given the looks of her house, she doesn't need it. We'll ignore the question of how she affords such posh digs, since just a few short years ago she was hawking fake jewelry on the road as her main source of income. Let's just assume she worked a lucrative long con. She flips through the cash with her thumbs like a Vegas dealer might handle a deck of cards. "Sawyer? So that son of a bitch is still alive?" Kate says he was when she left Craphole. Cassidy can't quite buy that Sawyer asked Kate to find her, but Kate says, "Well, he -- he told me where to find you, and said to take care of Clementine -- his daughter?" Who names their daughter that? People who have never paid attention to the lyrics, I tell you what! And listen people, I'm just funning. I got an e-mail from a lovely reader with the equally lovely name Candida, who (quite kindly and politely) expressed her displeasure regarding a certain reference I made to her given name in a previous recap. While it's never my intent to pick on real readers' actual names, this recap is being written by a woman who was a kid named Cindy in the late 1960s, which means she's a Cindy who grew up in the 1970s (and '80s), but which fails to explain why I just referred to myself in the third person. My point, and I have one, is that if you're above the age of 10, sure I guess you can choose to get upset when people you don't know joke about the name you happen to have, but that's probably not going to do anything to discourage it. Laugh with them and move forward. Because it could be oh-so-very-much worse. I'm just sayin'...