Jack: I don't know, mom. He's not here, so I can't tell you what to tell them, Other than we can't have the without him. Yeah. I will call you if I hear anything. (sighs deeply) (flips cell phone shut)
Locke: What did you lose?
Jack: Excuse me?
Locke: They lost . What about you?
Jack: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Locke: Try me.
Jack: They lost my father.
Locke: I'm sorry?
Jack: He died a couple of days ago in Australia, and I to get him.
Locke: My condolences. [screaming to Oceanic employee handing him his lost luggage form] Yo!
Jack: The was supposed to go on the plane in Sydney, but it didn't. Apparently he is somewhere in transit, which is their way of saying that they have no idea where the hell he is.
Locke: Well, how could they know?

Jack: They're the ones who him in. I mean, they have to have some kind of .
Locke: No, I'm not talking about the coffin. How could they know where he is? They didn't lose your father, they just . [Jack ponders this as Locke smiles at him] Either way, your story beats the hell out of mine. All that was in my was a bunch of knives.
Jack: Some kind of ?
Locke: Yeah, something like that. Well, it was nice talking to ya, but I hope you find that coffin.
Jack: I hope you find your knives.
Locke: Thanks.
Jack: I ask what happened to you? I'm only asking because I'm a spinal surgeon. I didn't mean --
Locke: No, don't worry about it. Surgery isn't going to do anything to help me. My condition is .
Jack: Nothing is irreversible. [hands him his card] If you ever want a consult, just give me a call. It's .
Locke: Well thanks. [reads his card] Jack Shephard, I'm John, John Locke. [shakes Jack's hand]
Jack: It's nice to meet you, John.
Locke: It's nice to meet you, too.