[Locke's eye opens. Shot of him lying on beach, angle up from his feet. Shot of engine still turning; Shannon screaming; Locke looking around; Jin screaming; Locke wiggling his toe, grabbing his shoe, moving slowly. Sound of dog barking. Shot of Locke awake in the dark, looking around the crash area. Pans to Walt and Michael.]
MICHAEL: Walt, you gotta keep that dog quiet.
WALT: I don't know what's wrong with him. Come on, Vincent, cut that out.
[Shot of the dog dragging Walt by the leash out of their sleeping area. He goes over by Boone and Shannon who wake up.]
MICHAEL: Sorry, hey, sorry, sorry....
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