Lost: 316 Recap
March 17th 2009 21:59
It’s a familiar picture. Jack’s eye. Jack wakes up once again in the jungle on The Island. He stares up at the trees a second, then jumps to his feet, glancing down at the ripped piece of notebook paper in his hand with the words “I wish” written on them.
Suddenly Jack hears Hurley shouting for help. He rushes through the jungle until he gets to a waterfall. In the water below, Hurley is trying to swim and hang onto a guitar case. Jack dives over the cliff side and into the water, swimming over to help Hurley.
“We can stand,” he finally says after a while, and Hurley stands up, thankful to finally find his footing. They both look up at the Island around them.
“It really happened,” Hurley says, and suddenly Jack nods before spoting Kate, unconscious and lying on the bank. He rushes over. “Kate? Kate, can you hear me?” She blinks away, squinting at the sudden brightness. “Jack?” She stares up at Jack and asks, “Are we?”
“Yeah, we’re back.”
“What happened?”
Jack just shakes his head. He’s not sure.
~*~*~*
46 Hours earlier
Eloise leads Sun, Jack, Ben, and Desmond down the stairs at the back of the church and to a room with the Dharma Initiative symbol on the door. She opens the hatch and leads them down into the room with the giant pendulum swinging over map on the floor.
Everyone looks around at the complicated equipment and swinging pendulum. A board much like the old ones found at airports clicks through a series of numbers.
“What is this place?” Jack asks, looking up into the darkness above the swinging pendulum.
“The Dharma Initiative called it “The Lamp Post.” She gestures to the surrounding room, explaining, “This is how they found The Island.”
~*~*~
Eloise walks around the swinging pendulum as Jack asks Ben if he knew about this place. Ben says that he didn’t, and Jack asks Eloise if he’s telling the truth.
“Probably not,” she answers, pulling out a binder as Jack walks over to study a photograph on the wall of The Island. It’s labeled: 9/23/54-US Army –OP 264 Top Secret.
Eloise apologizes if this is confusing for them, then turns to Jack. “Let’s pay attention, yes?” He turns to listen as she explains, “The room we’re standing in was constructed years ago over a unique pocket of electromagnetic energy. That energy connects with similar pockets all over the world. The people who built this room, however, were only interested in one.”
“The Island,” Sun offers.
“Yes!” Eloise says with a grin. “The Island.” Even Ben is listening as she continues, “They’d gathered proof that it existed. They knew that it was out there somewhere, they just couldn’t find it.”
Desmond bends over to have a closer look at the swinging pendulum, taking in all that Eloise is saying.
“A very clever fellow built this pendulum on the theoretical notice that they should stop looking for where The Island was supposed to be and start looking for where it was going to be.”
“What do you mean, ‘where it was going to be’?” Jack asks.
“Well this fellow presumed, and correctly as it turned out, that The Island was always moving,” Eloise answers, walking around the pendulum towards him and asking, “Why do you think you were never rescued?” Aha! Now it’s finally starting to make sense!
“Now,” Eloise continues,. “while the movements of the island seem random, this man and his team created a series of equations—“ she points to the chalkboard “—which tell us with a high degree of probability where it is going to be at a certain point in time” She glances from the chalkboard and back. “Windows, as it were, that while open provide a route back. Unfortunately these windows don't stay open for very long.”
Desmond stands with his arms crosses as Eloise turns to Jack, handing him the binder. “Yours closes in 36 hours.”
“I, I'm sorry. Excuse me,” Desmond finally speaks up with a mirthless laugh. “Am I really hearing this? That's what this is about? You're all going back to the island? Willingly?”
“Yes,” Sun says quietly. “Why are you here, Desmond?”
Desmond looks at them all like they’re crazy then turns to Eloise. “I came here to deliver a message. Daniel Faraday, your son? Sent me here. He wanted me to tell you that he, and all the people on The Island, need your help.”
He begins walking towards her, becoming more adamant. “He said only you could help him. He didn't say Jack. He didn't say Sun. He didn't say Ben. He said YOU.”
“But I am helping dear,” Eloise answers calmly, smugly.
Desmond stares at her. “Consider the message delivered.” He starts walking across the map towards the door, but Eloise calls out, “I'm sorry to have to tell you this Desmond but the island isn't done with you yet.”
Angry, Desmond swings around, pointing at her and walking back. “This woman cost me four years of my life. Four years I'll never get back because YOU told me that I was supposed to go to that island! That it was my bloody purpose!”
Eloise simply nods, so Desmond turns to Jack. “You listen to me brotha and you listen carefully. These people they are just using us. They are playing some kind of game and we are just the pieces.” Jack looks at Eloise, then back at Desmond as Desmond adds, “Whatever she tells you to do, ignore it.” Jack doesn’t answer, and Desmond turns back to Eloise one last time. “You say The Island isn't done with me? Well I'm done with The Island!”
With that, Desmond leaves, slamming the door behind him. Sun stares after him, then glances at Jack, then Eloise.
Unphased, Eloise walks over to Jack as Sun and Ben watch wordlessly. “Jack. The binder in your hands shows all the air routes that fly over the coordinates where I believe the island will be in a little more than a day from now.” Jack flips the pages in the binder, scanning the listed flights as Eloise tells him, “There's a commercial airliner flying from L.A. to Guam that's going to go right through our window. Ajira Airways, Flight 3-1-6.” She turns to address them all. “If you have any hope of The Island bringing you back, it must be that plane. You all need to be on it. It must be that flight.”
Jack lets out an overwhelmed breath as Eloise explains, “If you, want to return, you need to recreate, as best you can, the circumstances that brought you there in the first place.” She turns to Jack again. “That means as many of the same people as you are able to bring with you.”
“And what if we can't get anyone else to come with us?” Jack asks. “What if we're it?”
“All I can tell you is the result would be…unpredictable.”
“So that’s it?” Jack asks skeptically. “We just get on that flight and we just hope that it works. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all Jack,” she answers, pausing a moment before adding, “At least not for you.”
~*~*~
Eloise leads Jack through a creaking door into her office. When jack hesitates, she tells him to “Come on in.”
“Ben and Sun…”
“Heard what they needed to hear and this does not concern them.” Eloise rifles through the contents of the desk. “Oh, here we are,” she says, pulling out a legal sized white envelope with the name “Jack Shephard” written on the front. She hands it to Jack.
“What is this?”
“It’s John Locke’s suicide note.”
Alarmed, Jack stares at the envelope, shaking his head. “Uh, I uh…I didn’t know.”
“Well why would you? Obituaries don't see fit to mention when people hang themselves Jack.”
Jack walks away, running a hand through his hair, troubled. “Why would he kill himself?” he asks, voice cracking.
“Oh there are many reasons, I'm sure,” Eloise answers carefully. Jack turns to look at her as she adds, “But the only one that matters is this. He is going to help you get back. John is going to be a proxy, a substitute.”
“A substitute for who?”
“Jack,” Eloise chastises, surprised he doesn’t get it yet. “Who do you think?”
Jack shakes his head. He still doesn’t know what she’s talking about
“You need to, as best you can, recreate the conditions of the original flight. Which is why you need to give John something of your father's.”
That’s too much. Jack walks past her, not quite believing what he’s hearing here.
“You have to get something that belonged to your father's and you need to give it to John.”
“What?” Jack asks, confused and getting angry.
“That’s what you have to do.”
“My father—” Jack hesitates, voice cracking. “—Is gone.” Angry, he tells her, “My father has been dead for 3 years. You want me to uh…and to give it to Locke?! He's in a coffin!”
Eloise nods.
“This is ridiculous!”
“Oh stop thinking how ridiculous it is and start asking yourself whether or not you believe it is going to work.” She steps up to him as he tries to take this all in, adding, “That's why it is called a leap of faith Jack.”
Jack stares at her a moment, swallowing hard. He doesn’t reply.
~*~*~
Ben is kneeling in a pew inside the church above as Jack enters, putting Locke’s unopened suicide note in his pocket. He sits in the pew opposite Ben, and asks, “Where’s Sun?”
“She left,” Ben answers, sitting back.
“Locke? His body? The coffin?”
“I have a friend looking after it.” Ben gets up, walking to the front of the church. “I’ll pick it up on the way to the airport.” Stopping at a table of votive candles, Ben takes a lighting stick, dips it into the flame of an already lit candle and lights another one, asking, “What did she say to you, Jack?”
“Nothing that matters,” Jack answers, glancing from the floor to Ben. “Who is she? Why is she…helping us? How does she know all this?”
Ben puts the lighting stick out, looking up at the picture on the wall above. “Thomas, the Apostle. When Jesus wanted to return to Judea, knowing that he probably would be murdered there, Thomas said to the others, "Let us all go that we might die with him." But Thomas was not remembered for this bravery. His claim to fame came later…when he refused to acknowledge the resurrection. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. The story goes that he needed to touch Jesus' wounds to be convinced.”
“So was he?”
“Of course he was,” Ben answers. “We’re all convinced sooner or later, Jack.”
Ben starts to leave and Jack asks, “Where are you going?”
Ben stops. “Oh, I made a promise to an old friend of mine. Just a loose end that needs tying up. See you at the airport Jack.” He walks out, leaving Jack still seated in the pew, staring up at the picture of Thomas kissing the wound on Jesus’s right hand.
~*~*~
Jack’s sitting at a bar, absently staring at the drink in front of him. Suddenly his phone rings, startling him. He answers it. “Hello?...Yeah this is him…He did what?”
~*~*~
Jack walks down a street with another man who tells him, “This is the fourth time he's left. He's gotta follow the rules or he'll have to move to our fully assisted facility.”
“Yeah, I understand.”
They walk into a room where a magician is putting on a show for the group of senior citizens sitting in front of him. “And now ladies and gentlemen, here is my 'fraidy cat, Rabbit.” He pulls off the scarf covering the glass box holding a white rabbit. Everyone in the audience applauses except for one man, who sits sullenly, arms crossed in front of his chest. He’s not amused or impressed.
“Hey Ray,” Jack says quietly, placing arm on the man’s shoulder.
Ray looks up. “Hey Jack.”
“Wanna get out of here?”
“The sooner the better.”
Ray gets up to leave as the magician holds out a deck of cards and asks a woman to pleas pick one and look at it.
~*~*~
As Jack and Ray walk down a corridor, Jack asks, “Wanna tell me why you took off this time Ray?”
“Do I really need to answer that?” Ray asks with a smile.
“Will you at least tell me where the bus was headed?”
“Doesn’t matter. Anywhere I go is so much better than here.” Ray opens the door to his room and Jack follows him in, noticing the suitcase on the bed.
“You packed a bg.”
“Of course I did. One of these times I'm actually going to get away and they won't ever find me either.” He sits, holding his cane as Jack turns from the window.
“Take off again and they’re gonna throw you out of here Ray.”
“But what would I do without my magic shows?” Ray asks sarcastically, and they both chuckle.
“I’m gonna help you unpack Granddad,” Jack says going to unzip the suitcase.
“So how are you kiddo? You seeing anyone special? What ever happened to the girl you brought by with you that time, the pretty one with all the freckles? What was her name?”
“Kate,” Jack answers, simply adding, “We’re not together anymore.”
“Oh, well, look at the bright side. The more time to come visit me.”
Jack smiles. “I'd love to granddad I really would but I think I might…might be going away for a while.”
“Where's away exactly?”
“Somewhere better than here.”
“Heh. Touche.”
Jack picks up some shirts from the suitcase and stops when he spots a pair of black wing-tipped shoes. He sets the shirts down and picks up the shoes. “Are these yours Granddad?”
“No,” Ray answers. “Those were your father's…Your mom sent me a box of his stuff after he died. Must've got mixed in when I packed for a quick getaway.”
Jack sits down, staring hard at the shoes. “These shoes…can I take them?”
“Be my guest.”
~*~*~
Jack enters his house in the dark. He pauses a moment, then walks into the kitchen, turning on a light and checking cupboards. He pulls out a bottle from the fridge and starts to pour himself a drink when a noise suddenly catches his attention. Setting the bottle down, Jack proceeds carefully through the darkened rooms, coming to a stop in his bedroom. Someone is sleeping on the bed. It’s Kate. She stares at nothing in particular. Clearly, she’s been crying.
“Kate? What are you doing here?”
Without looking at him, Kate asks, “Are you still going back to The Island?”
“Yeah…yeah I think I am.”
Kate finally looks at him. “Then I’m going with you.
“Kate, what happened? And where’s Aaron?”
Kate sits up, interrupting, “Don't ask questions. If you want me to go with you…you will never ask me that question again. You will never ask me about Aaron. Do you understand Jack?”
Jack nods. “Yes…”
On the verge of tears, Kate answers, “Thank you…” then kisses him passionately. Jack kisses her back as she shoves off his suit jacked and they fall back to the bed.
~*~*~
The next morning, Jack pours himself a cup of coffee as Kate appears in the doorway, puttignon her shirt. “Morning.”
“Morning. Uh I made you some coffee and there's orange juice.” He walks into the dining room, setting the coffee cup on the table and asks, “You still like milk and two sugars?”
“Yeah, sure,” she answers, following to the table. Kate sits down as jack pours her some orange juice, grabbing his father’s shoes off the table and putting them on the nearby liquor cabinet.
“They don't make much sense for the island,” Kate says, studying the shoes. “You might want to consider hiking boots.”
“Those were my fathers,” Jack says with a chuckle to himself. He walks into the kitchen as he continues to explain, “When I went to pick up his body in Sydney, my dad didn't have any nice shoes. My mother wanted to have the funeral as soon as I landed back in L.A. but I thought who the hell is gonna see his feet? And so I had these old, white tennis shoes and, and I just said use these. Put these on.” He rejoins her at the table. “Cause he wasn't worth a nice pair of shoes to me.” He lets out a dry laugh. “The time it would take to go out and get them.”
“So why don't you get rid of them? Why hold onto something that makes you feel sad?”
Jack hesitates, then just as he opens his momuth to answer, the phone rings.
“Go ahead,” Kate says, getting up to leave. “I, I'll see you at the airport okay.” He nods and she leaves.
Jack picks up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello Jack. Are you there?” Ben asks.
“Yeah, yeah, what's up? Is everything alright?”
Ben is currently on a pay phone at the marina. He’s wet and covered blood. Bruises and cuts cover his face, and he hastily tells Jack, “Listen we don't have much time. I've been, uh, sidetracked and I need you to pick up Locke's body and take it to the airport. The coffin is at Simon's Butcher Shop, corner of Grand and Hayes.”
“Why? What’s happened to you?”
“Just do it. Please.”
Jack hangs up the phone. Okay…
~*~*~
Jack tries the door of Simon’s Butcher Shop. It’s locked. Peering through the glass, Jack notices someone’s inside and knocks. A woman walks out of the freezer, looks at Jack, and goes to open the door.
“Are you Jill?” Jack asks her. “Ben sent me.”
“I know who you are Dr. Shephard. Come on in.”
She leads him to the meat locker and notices the backpack he’s carrying. “What’s in the bag?” When Jack doesn’t answer, she continues, “Sorry. Ben said to give you the van. I gotta pull it round back. Give me five minutes.”
Jack nods and Jill leaves. Jack walks past the meat to Locke’s coffin, which is resting on a gurney in the back. Setting the backpack down, he opens the coffin, stares at Locke a moment, then quickly takes off Locke’s shoes and puts his father’s shoes on.
Realizing how ridiculous this all is, Jack chuckles. “Wherever you are John, you must be laughing your ass off that I am actually doing this.” He ties Locke’s shoes, shaking his head. “'Cause this; this is even crazier than you are.”
Finished with the shoes, Jack pulls out the envelope, placing it underneath Locke’s suit lapel. “And, and you can have that back. I've already heard everything you had to say John. You wanted me to go back, I'm going back.”
Jack swallows hard then shuts the lower half of the coffin lid. “Rest in peace.” With that, Jack closes the top part as well.
~*~*~
At the airport, Jack is at the counter, answering the usual questions about why he is transporting a dead body.
“Mr. Shepard if you'd just bear with me,” the Ajira counter attendant man asks. “The reason for transporting Mr. Bentham to Guam?”
“Uh,” Jack starts nervously. “Um, these were his wishes. He wanted to be buried there.”
“Who will be the recipient of the deceased upon arrival? Is there a Funeral Home or…?”
“No It's me,” Jack interrupts. “Me. It will be me. I will be escorting the body.”
“Your relation to the deceased?”
“He was uh, a friend.”
“Now Mr. Shephard I have to inform that you'll be increased security measures.” As the man continues, Jack fades out because he’s spotted Kate arriving. “We are required to open the casket and perform a screen. I assure you it is all done with care. Do you understand Mr. Shephard?...Mr. Shephard?”
Realizing the man is talking to him, Jack turns back around . “Yes, yes I understand.”
“Then please sign here,” the attendant answers, handing a clipboard and pen to Jack.
Jack signs and the attendant hand over hi tickets. “Thank you for flying Ajira Air.”
As Jack starts to leave, the next passenger in line says, “My condolences.”
When Jack stops to look at him, he adds, “I am sorry you lost your friend.”
“Thank you.” Jack walks off towards an Oceanic Air sign.
~*~*~
While in line at security, Jack hears a familiar voice. “Jack.”
He turns around, smiling. “Sun, hey.”
“You’re surprised to see me?”
“I just, I thought that maybe you might change your mind.”
“If there is even a chance that Jin is alive, I have to be on that plane.”
Jack nods, and suddenly they both notice another familiar face. Sayid is being led along the wall in handcuffs. The woman with him shows her badge to security and escorts Sayid through, bypassing the screening area.
Sun and Jack watch, surprised, as Sayid and the woman walk off.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Hurley is sitting at the gate reading a comic entitled, "Y El ULTIMO HOMBRE." He stops reading and looks up with a boarding attendant announces, “This is the preliminary boarding announcement for Ajira Airways Flight three one six for service to Honolulu and Guam departing from Gate 15. For those of you on the stand-by list, we'll have plenty of seats on board.”
Hurley jumps up, approaching the counter with his comic and a guitar case as the woman continues to announce, “We would like to invite our pre-board flight passengers to board the aircraft at this time.”
“What do you mean stand-by? There are no stand-bys,” Hurley tells her.
“Yes sir. You don't have to worry. There are 78 seats open.”
“No. I bought those seats. All 78 of them. I'm Hugo Reyes. They're not open. They're mine. Check and see.”
She checks the computer. “Yes, I see that. Sir these people just want to get to their destination. Why would you not want them to be able to travel?”
Hurley looks back at the waiting passengers, including a woman and her kids. “Ya know it doesn't matter why,” he answers, turning back to the boarding attendant. “They can take the next plane.”
Okay then…The woman goes back to the computer, shaking her head.
“Hurley.”
Hurley turns to see Jack standing behind him.
“What are you doing here?” Jack asks, approaching him. “How did you know about the…”
“All that matters is that I'm here, right?”
Jack lets out a long breath, patting Hurley’s shoulder. “Well, I'm glad that you're here man.”
“Okay then…Let’s do this.”
Jack nods.
“After you.”
Jack walks over and hands his boarding pass to the flight attendant, who welcomes him to Aijira Air. “Row eight on your left.”
Jack walks into the plane, and passes Sayid first. They make eye contact, and Sayid shifts nervously, sparing a quick glance at the woman seated next to him. Jack continues through the plane, nodding to Sun on his left, and stopping next to Kate on his right. “You made it.”
“Yeah,” she answers wearily, taking off her sunglasses. “I made it.”
Jack smiles and continues to his seat. He watches the passenger who gave his condolences to him earlier store his luggage as Hurley enters the plane carrying the guitar case. Hurley sits down a few rows behind Sayid.
The flight attendant nods to the male attendant standing next to the door. “That should be everybody.”
“Hold up! Wait please!” Ben calls out, rushing through the jetway to the door. Out of breath and with his arm in a sling he tells them, “Thank you for not closing it.”
“Oh that’s okay,” the woman answers with a smile, taking Ben’s boarding pass. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” Ben makes his way into the plane, startled when he sees Sayid. Judging from Sayid’s face, he’s not happy to see Ben either. Suddenly Hurley spots Ben, and jumps up.
“Wait! What’s he doing here?”
Jack quickly gets up. “Hurley—”
“No! He can’t come!”
Jack quickly places a hand on Hurley’s shoulder, quietly explaining, “If you want to get back, this is how it’s gonna have to be.”
Hurley continues to stare at Ben. “No one told me he was gonna be here.”
Ditto for Ben. “Who told you to be here Hugo?” he asks smugly.
Hurley glares at him as the flight attendant comes to see what the problem is. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Jack answers. “Everything’s fine, right?” he asks Hurley.
“Yes Jack,” Hurley mumbles. “I’ll be fine.” Regrettably, Hurley sits back down.
Hearing his name, the flight attendant asks, “Are you Jack Shephard, Seat 8 C?”
“Yes.”
“Security found this while screening your cargo.” She hands over the Locke’s suicide note envelope. “Now if you two don't mind taking your seats, we are going to be pushing back for takeoff.”
Jack takes the envelope and heads back to his seat, Ben following.
“What’s that Jack?”
“Nothing.”
Jack puts the envelope into his pocket and they both sit down. He glances back at coach class, then leans towards Ben. “The other people on the plane. What's gonna happen to them?”
“Who cares?”
~*~*~
The plane begins its taxi down the runway. Everyone nervously braces for the inevitable. When the plane lifts off and into the air smoothly, they relax somewhat . Jack swallows hard. Kate lets out a slow breath.
When the seatbelt light goes off, Jack moves to sit next to Kate.
“It’s pretty crazy, huh?”
Kate smiles sadly, letting out a deep breath and asking, “Which part?”
“Hurley, Sayid and me on the same plane. How did they end up here?”
“They bought a ticket,” she answers dryly.
“You don't think that it means something? That somehow we're all back together?”
“We're on the same plane Jack. Doesn't make us together.”
The pilot gets on the PA system to welcome his passengers. It’s a familiar voice. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Ajira Air. This is your captain Frank J. Lapidus and on behalf of the entire flight crew, welcome aboard.”
Immediately, Jack, Hurley, and Kate sit up. Was that Frank? Jack gets up and approaches the flight attendant outside the cockpit. “Um, excuse me, ma’am?”
“Mr. Shephard? Can I help you?”
Jack glances at the cockpit door. “Um, I need to talk to the pilot. Frank Lapidus and I are old friends and if you can just tell him I'm on board I'd really appreciate it.”
“Alright but you just have to go sit down because you can't be near the cockpit door when it's open.”
“Sure, I understand.” Jack sits down, watching through the curtains as the flight attendant contacts the pilot.
The cockpit door opens and a much shorter-haired, clean=shaven Frank comes out. He sees Jack and smiles. “Well hello Doc.”
Jack gets up to shake his hand.
“Small world,” Frank says, grinning. “What are you doing going to Guam?”
“What are you doing here Frank?” Jack asks
“I picked up this gig about eight months ago. Fly this around all the time. Sometimes I take the big birds into New …” Frank spots Sayid. “…Delhi. Is…that Sayid? And Hurley?” He spots Kate and Sun too. “Wait a second…We're not going to Guam, are we?”
~*~*~
It’s night. So far the flight has continued on without anything going wrong. Jack is restless. He glances over across at Ben, who is reading a copy of “Ulysses” by James Joyce.
“How can you read?”
Without even looking up, Ben simply replies, “My mother taught me.”
After a moment, Ben stops reading, puts down his book, and looks over at Jack, smiling. “I can read, jack, because it beats what you’re doing.”
“What’s that?”
“Waiting for something to happen.”
Ben goes back to his book, and Jack finally asks, “And what is going to happen?”
“You tell me Jack,” Ben says with a laugh. “You're the one who got to stay after school with Ms. Hawking.”
After a moment, Jack answers, “Did you know that Locke killed himself?”
“No. No didn’t.”
Jack sighs and takes out the envelope. “They found this stuffed in his pocket…And I've been trying to get rid of it, but it's like it's following me.” He lets out a laugh. “I know it sounds crazy but it feels like John needs me to read it.”
Ben glances at the envelope. “Why don’t you then?” When Jack just sighs, Ben asks, “Is it because you’re afraid?”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that he blames you. That it’s your fault that he killed himself.”
Jack thinks a moment, then asks, “Was it my fault?”
Ben takes off his glasses. “No Jack it wasn't your fault. Let me give you some privacy.” He gets up and moves to a different seat, leaving Jack alone at the back of first class.
Jack take a long breath, stares at the envelope, then finally rips off the end and pulls out the letter.
He unfolds it and reads, “Jack, I wish you had believed. JL”
Overcome by emotion, Jack barely has time to read it before the plane suddenly begins to shake.
Kate wakes up as Sayid and Hurley both glance up. Sun looks around suspiciously. The plane settles. Turbulence? Suddenly the plane shakes violently again, and the extra man in first class stops reading. He too glances up, sensing something is wrong. There is a short moment of silence before the plane shudders again. The woman next to Sayid shifts uncomfortably, clearly not enjoying the turbulence. Sayid glances around quickly as the “Fasten seat belt” and “use seat bottom for flotation” lights come on.
Jack looks around as Hurley leans towards the man sitting across from him. “Dude, you might want to fasten your seatbelt.”
With that, Hurley pulls the sleeping mask down over his eyes and leans back next to the guitar. He doesn’t want to see what’s about to happen.
The flight attendant rushes down the aisle, telling everyone to please fasten their seatbelts.
The plane is now continuously shaking. Things start to fall out of the overhead compartments. The flight attendant tries to grab a bag and put it back up, but the plane jerks to the left, sending her flying across the aisle and into the side of the plane. People start to scream. Everyone clutches their seats. The white light and buzzing begins to grow until—FLASH!
~*~*~
Jack wakes up in the forest, on his back. He quickly gets to his feet, glancing down at the torn piece of paper in his hands with the words “I wish”. He hears Hurley calling for help and lets the paper flutter to the floor.
Jack rushes to the waterfall, jumps over the cliff, and swims to Hurley. They both spot Kate. They rush over.
Jack checks her breathing. “Kate?”
She blinks awake, staring up at Jack a moment before asking, “What happened?”
Jack just shakes his head. He doesn’t know. “Can you get up?”
“Yeah.” He helps her sit up as Hurley stands behind them.
“Oh. The plane . Where’s the plane?” Kate asks.
“I don’t know.” Jack looks around, just as confused. “After that light…I woke up in the jungle.”
“So this is it?” Kate asks, looking from Jack to Hurley and back. “It’s just us?”
“I’m not sure,” Jack answers. “Do either of you remember crashing?”
“Crashing? No,” Hurley answers. “One second I’m being tossed around, the next think I know, I’m in the lagoon.”
Kate starts to look around, alarmed. “Where’s Sun and Sayid?” She looks back at Jack. “Where’s Ben?”
“Alright, spread out, search the jungle,” Jack answers, getting back into Island mode. “If we come across anybody from the plane, we’ll—” He stops when they all here something. It sounds like…a motor?
Kate, Jack, and Hurley all stand up, watching the edge of the cliff as a blue and white Dharma van drives up playing music, “Yeah your kisses, they feel so right, but you had had another man …last night...”
They watch as a man picks up a rifle from the passenger seat and gets out. he walks to the edge of the road, cocking the gun at them from above. Kate, Hurley, and Jack freeze.
Hurley is the first to snap out of it. “Jin?”
Jin lowers the rifle, just as shocked to see them. He’s wearing Dharma overalls.
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They're baa-aack! Two things I thought of while typing this. One: Jack and Jill...
and Two: If I was Jack and knew I was going back to The Island forever, I think I would have dressed more comfortably. Or maybe he's most comfortable in suits? Who knows. 
As always, great episode, and Zuleikha Robinson (a.k.a. Yves Adele Harlow on The Lone Gunmen)? Whoohoo! It'll be interesting to see how her character works into the show. And how lucky are they that JIn found them instead of one of the others (Others?) lol?*As usual, the great screencaps from Lost Media.
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