Anybody else feel like they're just going to keep piling on the twists and turns and mysteries and puzzles and when everything is revealed, it ain't gonna be worth all this?

And now it is the end of the day, and the beach bums have escaped the supposedly crazy tides by moving…a little farther down the beach. Problem solved, I guess. That night, by the bonfires, Charlie settles in by his new best friend, Rose (were there any roses in Lord of the Rings? Could this be a shout-out?). Charlie tells Rose that her husband was in the tail section of the plane. That sounds, to me, like information Rose already has, but thank you, Charlie. She says he'll be back. "You think he's still alive?" says Charlie, all incredulously, like maybe somebody could take Captain Bringdown out in the woods somewhere and brain him with a rock or something. "I know he is," she says. "It's a fine line between denial and faith," she continues, "and it's much better on my side."

And then Charlie loses his shit and starts crying. Man, Shannon, Kate, Charlie…there's been an awful lot of that this episode, I have to say. I accept that when a plane crashes there are going to be tears shed, but I don't feel like watching Crybaby Island all the damn time. "Baby, I'm not the one who can help you," says Rose. Other than Batman, I'm not sure who she might be talking about. Good thing, then, that she starts praying out loud: "Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing us together tonight…" and the camera pans up and away from Rose. Man, Rose is a better person than I am, because if I were in her position, bringing them all together like that would be pretty friggin' far down the list of things I'd be thanking God for.