Whatever happened, happened; and Daniel faces the time-traveler's Lolita complex, poor guy.
Juliet is the Betty to Kate's Veronica, and if she doesn't start getting pissed about that soon, I, for one, will be very surprised. Fortunately Sayid is newly widowed, but not too newly, if you know what I mean, and of course, Ben still has that psychopathic crush alluded to in one episode ("the Other Woman"), so things may well end up happily ever after for Betty. I mean, Juliet.
At this point in time, I have no idea where the writer's are taking us, but man(!) am I ever loving the ride. In today's -apparently last- island time travel tour of awesome, we got to see an intact statue looming over the island, staring out to sea like a sentinel. The 'staring out to sea' bit meant that we only got to see enough to confirm that four toed people look more-or-less like their five-toed counter-parts. Not seeing the face still makes it possible for the "Sawyer-is-the-four-toed-statue" theory to be proven correct. Except for the fact that, living in Dharmaville these past (?) three years, I'm pretty sure they'd've mentioned something as traumatic as LaFleur losing his big toe.
Take that, stupid "Sawyer-is-the-four-toed-statue" theory.
So now that the time travel vacation is -again, apparently- over (there is still Locke's future discrepancy to be reconciled mind you) all that is left now is to recall the people, the places, the exotic locales, "other" languages, etc and so forth.
Most slide-shows are comparatively boring, but not this one. Island time travel vacations make for the best anecdotes ("Remember the time we found that leaking nuclear bomb?") at ping pong games and book club meetings.
I can remember feeling really bad for those left behind last season; sure, the O6 didn't exactly lead idyllic lives, but you got to admit, that settlement sounded pretty sweet. I was wrong to feel bad for our "Island Eight", however; really, I should have been feeling really, really bad for them.
First, let us recall that initial despair so eloquently summarized in the visual of a distant plume of black smoke. Then the total loss of supplies. The flaming arrows. The land mines. The Others. The nosebleeds. The Bomb. The French Chick. The Temple. Montand's arm. The Orchid/Well/Rope-in-the-ground-predestination-paradox. And finally, the statue and the Dharma Initiative and the Truce and a brief glimpse of the Other's rather stringent funeral rights.
What an awesome trip. Poor bastards.
Is it just me or did we lose somebody? Some bodies?
Rose and Bernard? Adam and Eve? A black stone and a white one to symbolize their ummm.... racial deliciousness?
I'm just putting it out there. And of course, we shot John into the future in a cannon and lost Charlotte to some malicious writer's pen.
This was no multi-million dollar cover-up cruise line, time travel safari took names; it took them and wrote them down in the big black book of death.
So now what?
Well, first off, I think we need to seriously consider the possibility that an unburied body raises as an evil zombie intent on keeping Jacob locked up in his creepy cabin and letting Smokey run around without a leash. Yup. That appears to be the case.
Also, I think Jin is going to be really disappointed when he finds out his wife is 30 or so years in the future. Still, just think how good his english will be by then! Wait, will he even remember Korean? It's a shame really, but in the wake of Charlotte's death there appears to be something of a vaccuum in Korean conversationalists. Could be awkward.
Seriously though, Jin; good for you. It's like your an actor who knew how to speak english this whole time!
If Juliet's track record is any indication, she'll kill a little (or a lot of) time being the Other Woman in the Kwon marriage, though I myself hope she breaks out of the cycle. She deserves so much more.
I mean, this girl rules. She fixes cars. She delivers babies. She's sarcastic. Compassionate. Brilliant, but tolerant of the stupid people around her. Let's face it, she's a goddess.
Which is why it's all the more plausible that, rather than Sawyer, the four-toed statue is Juliet, somehow, if only because she really, really, freaking deserves it.
Certainly it's her likeness carved into the statue of my heart.
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