We did find your balloon, Henry Gale, exactly as you described it. We also found the grave you described — your wife’s grave. The grave you said you dug with your own bare hands. It was all there. Your whole story — your alibi — it was all true. But still I did not believe it to be true. So I dug up that grave and found that there was not a woman inside. There was a man. A man named Henry Gale.
- Locke: Why'd you try to hurt Ana Lucia, but not me?
- Henry: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at, John.
- Locke: I was trapped under that blast door, helpless. You could've crushed my skull, but you didn't do a thing. Why didn't you?
- Henry: Because you're one of the good ones, John.
This guy reminded me of these old Santa ornaments my grandmother had.
(via my-lost-blog)