"No," Elijah replied with a relieved grin.  "We would have buried you dead.  You're the fucker that refused to die."<br/><br/>Elijah adjusted the sack he had tied over his shoulder and forcefully lifted Desmond out of the pit.  Elijah continued joking around as he always did when things got too emotional. "Hell, you look like crap...and you stink!  Looking at you I'm not sure whether you aren't dead and I'm just moving a corpse around."<br/><br/>"We need to get you cleaned up.  And then there's some news I need to tell you.  Let's get you down to the beach and wash the stink of death off of you, or is that just some old cologne?"<br/><br/>Elijah put an arm under Desmond and bodily lifted him into a walking stance and slowly started him down towards a nearby beach.  Meanwhile he filled him in on the happenings of the last two days, anything he knew that Desmond might have missed.  Through it all, he made Charlie sound like a hero.  And he mentioned several times that Tony had been too busy making kissy-face with the women to even bother to see if Desmond were alive or dead.  Finally they reached a small isolated beach and Elijah carried Desmond a few yards into the water and sat him down where the waves could scour him clean, a little, and the salt water would help clean up any lacerations gotten in the last day.  He also handed him a bottle of clear water from the sack for his thirst.  "Don't drink it too fast, steady and easy are your keywords."