Before this episode aired, I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be watching Lost. The “ten billion questions, maybe one answer every couple seasons” style of writing was obnoxious, I found myself disliking many of the main characters, and the writers seemed to have forgotten my ship existed. After this episode? I was a joyous, squealing mess. A main character that felt keeping secrets was silly? PEANUT BUTTER? It’s like the writers had plugged directly into my brain and discovered exactly what I found irritating, then fixed it.

I found myself being amused at Kate, and not actively disliking her! I loathe Kate!

Locke gave Charlie full disclosure on the contents of the hatch! When has anyone on “Lost” ever shared a secret with another unless it was dragged out of them by a team of stampeding wildebeest?

My ovaries rejoiced at Charlie being cute about Turniphead (“You’ll lie to the baby?”), and after Charlie gave Claire the peanut butter, I was incapable of any making any sounds below 20,000Hz. I thought the writers had forgotten all about my beloved OTP!

Also: Hurley’s dream, Charlie’s reaction to the presence of a record player, “Driveshaft” being included among the “one-hit wonders”, Hurley’s friend that reminded me mildly of Mackenzie Crook, garden gnomes, Hurley’s mom (“Falling down is not exercise!”) and chocolate lollipops! I thought Firefly was my only fandom with people made of chocolate! And like always, the weather is HOT in Sayidistan! I’ll be in my bunk.

Hurley episodes make the world beautiful. *grooves to Mama Cass’ “Make Your Own Kind of Music” in celebration* Lost, you’ve won back your errant fan.

But Veronica Mars is still better. :D