The caves seemed nearly deserted as the dwellers filtered out a few at a time. Only Locke and Jack were left with Claire. It had to have been an hour or more when Jack tried to coax her away from Charlie's body.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Claire screamed, sorrow and rage flashing in her eyes. She pushed Jack away with unbelievable strength.

"Claire-"

"You're not taking him!" she continued, infuriated. "No one is taking him!" She threw herself over the body again as a new wave of sobs erupted.

Jack backed away, turning to Locke. The older man shook his head. "Let her mourn, Jack."

"She's going to blame herself for this."

Locke placed a heavy hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Let her mourn."

It was then that Locke spotted something moving in the jungle. Jack stared at him, bewildered, and turned to see Walt trudging into camp - a little boy in his arms. A small, proud smile crossed Locke's lips before he rushed over to Walt.

"Where did you find him?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Not too far from the pool," Walt replied, glancing down at the top of Aaron's head. "He was standing there, scared and confused. As soon as he saw me, he threw his arms around my neck and wouldn't let go."

"Has he said anything?"

Walt shook his head. "Not a word. I haven't had the heart to ask him any questions."

"Bring him to Claire," Locke said, pointing to where Claire laid over Charlie's body.

Walt gave Locke a stricken look, but obeyed and brought Aaron to his Mum. He knelt beside Claire, and for the first time, Aaron raised his head from Walt's chest. His sullen face didn't change as he laid a hand on his Mum's back.

"Aaron!" Claire cried, stunned seeing her son there safe and well. She stared at him, not sure if he was a dream or hallucination or really there. There was a strange presence around him, and the three others in the camp backed away. Aaron touched his Da's cold cheek. His back raised up and down rapidly as tears fell. He buried his face in his Da's bruised neck, and Claire wrapped her arms around him - giving the comfort both so desperately needed.

Aaron gasped suddenly, and pushed away from his Da. Claire opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but the words died at her lips. She peered over Aaron's shoulder in shock at the sight of Charlie's chest rising. She reached out a hand hesitantly, and touched his neck where the black bruises had faded. She laid her other hand atop his heart. Both were pulsing with life.

"He's alive," Claire choked out. Instantly, Jack and Locke were there to see for themselves. Charlie was breathing, and he was stirring awake. Claire burst into tears, and buried her face into Charlie's shoulder.

Aaron sat at his Da's head, still and dazed. Walt bent down behind him, and ran a finger across the boy's cheek. A shiver ran through him as the wet from Aaron's tears made contact with his fingertip. He pulled Aaron from the hullabaloo centered around Charlie.

Walt touched the boy's cheek again, staring into his eyes. "You have healing tears?"

Aaron gulped. "I don't know."

Before Walt could say anymore, they heard Charlie calling Aaron's name. The boy rushed to his Da's side, and flung himself at Charlie. Walt was left pondering Aaron's power, and wondering where Chasity had been taken.