[Shot of Kate, Charlie, Jack walking in woods. No rain o clouds. Jack is trying the transceiver.]
JACK: te keep asking if there's anything.
CHARLIE: Pardon me for appearing desperate, but before the pilot was ripped from the cockpit, he did say that no-one's going to find us unless we … get that transceiver working. So … is there anything?
KATE: [to Charlie] What were te doing? In the bathroom?
CHARLIE: I thought te could tell. I was getting sick. Puking. My one tangible contribution to the trek.