The tail goes one way and the head another. Locke stands up and helps; then, by firelight, the invisible dino-tron rips trees from the roots and Merridoc cum Charlie says, “Terrific” but isn’t very happy. We watch the flashback twenty times or so, letting character thicken plot. The rain—“day turning into night, end-of-the-world type weather”—is a baptism. Forty-eight survivors plus one, not including the captain, who wakes and dies (from one flight too many) so he can get back to Alias. And that’s only the first hour.

Re:vision

Jack and Kate lead but don’t claim to be leaders (after she puts him in stitches on the side), though he sees dead man walking and she’s a criminal. Bears and boars hound them though Vincent survives without a scratch and with quite a gloss on his coat. Sayid works on a boom box to capture Rousseau’s chart topper—sixteen years and playing strong. Claire dehydrates, so the survivors split—beach from cave. Locke begins his lessons when Charlie becomes a moth. He takes FATE into his own hand (only to lose FAT later one letter at a time à la Hansel and Gretel bread crumbs). And though Shannon can’t breathe to save her life, Hurley’s greatest huffings and puffings can’t lose him a single pound (though they do manage him a nice golf course).

Sawyer is as conniving as his fence-painting namesake Tom, but Locke is more Shaman than was philosopher John, and Sayid is an Iraqi Republican Guard torturer with a conscience and a noble  …