The beach is empty except for a slightly tattered blanket and a couple of make-shift seats. The sun hangs just above the horizon, about fifteen minutes away from setting. The door stands in the sand, hinges hanging on thin air. It's through this door that Sawyer steps, looking left and right to make sure they are, in fact, alone and that no one tracked Boone as he had tracked Sawyer. Satisfied, he turns to beckon Jaina out, still holding the door open.