Sure, when spring rolls around and I still haven’t heard that familiar musical sting, I’ll come to grips with reality, but until then, part of me believes there are more episodes, along with a glass eye and a transistor radio, hidden away inside a hollowed-out Bible. But even once I accept that it’s over, there’s a bigger question – where’s the next Lost? Where is the big Event show? (Ironically, the NBC drama actually titled The Event is anything but.)
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.