The Shattered Prayer

Yep. Talking about Lost again. Those uninterested (or disinterested) can turn away now. Maybe I should talk about Torchwood instead.

Or maybe I should write about some real human experiences and stop writing about TV shows.

Nah. Too lazy at the moment to have real human experiences. TV shows it is.

The hour was about Kate. Tried to decide if I’d watch or not, and finally decided in for a penny.

The dramatic tension of “will Kate get out of the murder wrap?” was somewhat diminished by the flash forward at the end of last season. Yes. She got out of the wrap. Yes. We already knew about that.

So instead, the dramatic tension was really about Kate’s baby. Is it Sawyer’s (or James’ as they are calling him now)? Why won’t Jack come see the baby?

And then at the end, we finally see the baby. With that little blond head it has to be Sawyer’s.

Or so we are led to believe right up to the moment Kate calls him Aaron.

I am admitting it now that I am deeply embarrassed that I did not see that one coming.

But, in spite of being focused on Kate (why does anyone trust her? She’s always been all about herself.) the hour was worth it just to see Locke take the pin out of the grenade, stick it in Miles’ mouth, forcing him to bite down on the handle so he won’t blow off his own head, and tell him from now on, to keep his mouth shut.

Brilliant.

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