Testimonials

"You should. I had one happen to me."

Instead of explaining his own miracle, the now familiar orderly, Abaddon has a suggestion for Locke. In a "Do I have your attention?" gesture, Abaddon stops Locke's wheelchair just short of plunging down the stairs.

"You know what you need, Mr. Locke? You need to go on a walkabout."

"Wha...what's a walkabout?"

"It's a journey of self discovery. You go out into the Australian Outback with nothing more than a knife and your wits."

"I can't "walkabout" anything. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a cripple."

"Is that what you are, Mr. Locke? I went on my walkabout convinced I was one thing, but I came back another. I found out what I was made of, who I was."

I found out I was a Mariah fan. Don't judge!

"And here you are, an orderly."

"Oh, I'm a lot more than just an orderly, John."

I'm gonna go out on another limb here. I'm betting that when Abaddon started his walkabout, he started it as Walt. Something about his diction when he says "Mr. Locke" and the way he finished his statement with "John" just screams "WAAAAAALLLLT" to me.

"When you're ready, Mr. Locke...you'll listen to what I'm saying. And then when you and me run into each other again...you'll owe me one.

Walt. Big money.

On the deck of the freighter, Omar seems morbidly pleased to pass on the jist of the morse code message he received.

"It said that the doctor washed up on the shore with his throat slit."

"But I'm the doctor."

"Crazy, right?"

Keamy checks that all the gear is ready and tells Lapidus to spin the bird up.

"Mr. Keamy, I was hired to fly scientists.

"Get your ass in the cockpit and fire up the chopper, Frank."

"I'm not taking you."

"I'll kill you, Frank."

"Yeah, well, you do that, you'll never get back to the island 'cause I'm the only pilot you got."

Keamy doesn't have time to argue, and he's really more of an action guy than the head of the debate team. He moves around behind the Doctor.

"Sorry, Doc."

Without fanfare, Keamy slits the Doctor's throat and tosses him (and his wounded but UNstiched cheek) over the side of the boat.

"That change anything, Frank? Huh? Another thirty seconds goes by and someone else's turn..."

A gunshot breaks the silence. It's Gualt.

"I fixed your gun. Now stand down, Martin, or I will fire."

"I don't think you want do that, Captain."

Actually, what Gualt doesn't want to do is turn his attention away from the highly trained, heavily armed, homicidally inclined mercenary for even a second while he has him under gunpoint. Seeing the device on Keamy's arm, he does just that as he frantically asks anyone who'll answer what the device is. Predictably, Keamy wastes no time in pumping a slug into the Captain.

I warned you! No Carpenters = no life!

Keamy turns his attention back to Lapidus.

"What'll it be, Frank?"

"We're flying."

As Keamy takes care of the last minute loading, Lapidus frantically fiddles with his sat phone and stuffs it out of sight.

With an ironic "Thanks, Captain," Keamy retrieves his now functional gun and boards the chopper.

On the beach, Juliet confronts a snacking Jack, warning him of disaster should he tear his stitches. "Doctors make the worst patients." And vice versa...

Suddenly their attention is diverted by the sound of a chopper in the distance. Everyone on the beach looks up expectantly as the bird flies overhead. Instead of pulling to a halt and landing, it sails past, dropping something as it goes.

I honestly thought it might be a bomb. That would have been cool.

Unfortunatley, the package doesn't explode in Jack's face (Hey, a guy can hope, right?) but beeps at him instead. It's Lapidus's sat phone and Jack thinks he understands the message.

"I think they want us to follow 'em."

Um...Jack? Bring the guns.

An iPhone? Best gift ever. Wait. How do I type on it?

Out in the jungle, Locke prepares to lead the group into the cabin. Ben has other ideas.

"I'm not going in there with you. The island wanted me to get sick and it wanted you to get well. My time is over, John. It's yours now."

At some point, Salieri must allow...oh, hell, you know.

Besides, the cabin is way creepy. It's a good time to let Mozart lead for a change. Hurley concurs.

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