Steve and Greg stood around the manhole cover, poking it with a tree branch.

“We gotta get this hatch open, Sawyer!â€? Steve said.

“Hurley!â€? Greg twanged at Arnold, a few feet away. “Give us a hand with this!â€?

“I told you, I’m not Hurley! I’m Loc—oh, the hell with this!â€?

…

“Your friend, Arnold, is back,â€? Randall’s mother called from the top of the stairs.

Arnold ambled down the stairs and plopped in front of the computer.

“What do you need me to do?â€? Arnold asked.