We’re getting to that time of year when Lost fever traditionally sets in. You know, when all the promos start and everybody catches up on the previous season so they’re all ready for the new episodes. And even though Lost ended last year, I still feel a little bit of that old anticipation. There is a part of me that believes Season Seven is on the way, and that we’ll see what happened to the Lostaways who escaped the Island. (How do you suppose they explained why five of the Oceanic Six boarded the same plane, and then that plane disappeared, only to return with two of the Six and two more people who apparently died on Flight 815? I swear, I could watch a whole season of their press tour.)
I’m with you. I keep holding out hope that one night while innocently watching The Bachelor, I’ll see a quick 15-second preview for Lost, and their biggest twist ever will be that they filmed an entire extra season and somehow managed to keep that a secret all summer, fall, and winter and …bam …that ending wasn’t the ending and …oh, how happy I would be.