He trusted her presence behind her, trusted that she wasn't walking the other way, and that must have meant something.
The two restrooms themselves were single occupant only, identical, not separated by sex. Ben picked one at random and held the door for her to enter behind him. Then he locked it. It might have looked more than a little suspicious, had the rooms themselves not been at the end of a long, dark hallway. They had been able to enter in private.
He pulled several paper towels from the dispenser.
"Juliet, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I can't believe what I did."
And for the first time in so many years that it was too damning to count, Benjamin Linus began to cry.