Charlie: Where are you going?
Desmond: Out to where it fell. Come on, let's go.
Charlie: No. Whoa, slow down. We're not gonna trudge out into the jungle in the middle of the night.
Desmond: Yes, we are.
Charlie: Were you even listening to Hurley when he mentioned Rousseau's death trap? Now, it's gonna be light in two hours - we'll wait until then.
Desmond: She can't wait!
Desmond: Uh, they. Whoever it is could be hurt. We have to go, all four of us, now.
Desmond: Because, that's the way it's supposed to happen.
Charlie: Right, well I guess it's supposed to happen without me.