I watched Season 1 religiously: I was living in Pensacola and we had just survived Hurricane Ivan, so we were kind of shipwrecked ourselves. Lost premiered the night the storm hit, we lost power for three days, and then the next Tuesday, the pilot was rebroadcast. I was hooked. I loved that initial ride, then watched only sporadically at best after Season 2, so I'm not one of the chosen few. The way I see it, that last hour, and especially the last ten minutes, without all the insane complications of plot, wrapped up the story that drew me in, in the first place, in the sadly satisfying manner of "An Ocurrence at Owl Creek Bridge."
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