Widmore: John. John! Wake up. You had a compound fracture. The doctors here did their best, but I had a specialist flown in to reset your leg properly. It's nice to see you again, John.
Locke: Do I know you?
Widmore: Yes. I understand you being confused; imagine how I feel. I met you when I was seventeen, now all these years later, here we are and you look exactly the same.
Locke: Who are you?
Widmore: My name is Charles Widmore. Tell me John, how long has it been for you since we first met? Since you walked into our camp and you spoke to Richard?
Locke: Four days.
Widmore: That's incredible.
Locke: The camera in the desert, that was yours?
Locke: How did you know I'd be there?
Widmore: Because that's the exit. I was afraid Benjamin might fool you into leaving the island; as he did with me. I was their leader.
Locke: The Others?
Widmore: They're not the Others to me; they're my people. We protected the island, peacefully, for more than three decades, but then I was exhiled, by him. Just as you were.