Turns out you were right to give this man a mustache. Move over John Locke, and say adios to Jeremy Bentham, because we've got a meeting with Howard Hughes. No, not the eccentric billionaire that peed into jars. Who? Why, the man John Locke became as soon as he looked in the mirror and saw that pencil thin Errol Flynn debonair delight (that's a fancy way of saying mustache). Locke walked off of the legendary Oceanic flight, took a shower, suited up, and started inventing. His 'rocketpack' intrigued the government, but the peaceful Hughes is a lover, not a hunter. You've helped turn this guys life around. Time to move onto the next file.