(Sawyer slaps Daniel)
Charlotte: Oy! What bloody hell do you think you're doing?
Sawyer: (to Charlotte) Shut it, Ginger or you're getting one too. (to Daniel) Now talk.
Daniel: The island... Think of the island like a record, spinning on a turntable. Only now, that record is skipping. Whatever Ben Linus did down at the Orchid station...I think it may have...dislodged us.
Miles: Dislodged us from what?