"Yeah, the place reminds me of my dad," Hurley says. There's the smallest hint of irritation in his voice at that -- not pronounced enough to make his irritation immediately palpable, but just enough that someone listening for that shift in tone could find it.

Hurley considers what Xavin has said. "I guess you could say that," he says finally. "I like it, anyway. It's probably the one thing I missed most while I was on the island."

Hurley reaches for the portable CD player on his nightstand. Hurley's earbuds are still connected to the port, the earpieces sitting neatly atop it. He offers it to Xavin.

"The first song is by Driveshaft. It's a band a friend of mine used to be in."