The sudden change in demeanor reminds him of someone. Of Charlotte, he remembers suddenly, the look on her face, one of recognition and fear alike— and for a moment, he forgets that he's on Tabula Rasa, that this island won't continue to toss them through time and leave each of them dislodged. His hand tightens on her shoulder and he shakes his head.

"Fred, we're still here, we're on Tabula Rasa. The hell do you think we are?" Sawyer's eyes travel to her collar, and he looks for some way to undo the device.