Lost Update – Twilight Zone

Summer of Lost 2007

Lost Update 06/13/2007

Somewhere in a lonely hotel room,
There’s a guy starting to realize
That eternal fate has turned its back on him,
It’s two a.m………

Tonight, we have entered into the Twilight Zone. This Lost update received some new paint, font, and header in honor of one of the best TV series ever created, The Twilight Zone.
Tonight’s Lost theory connects directly to the 1959-1964 television series, The Twilight Zone, a series that intertwined the supernatural with topical moral events in today’s society. Each episode dealt with a specific topic and character and as the story unfolded it became evident that something more was happening to the people in the story. Same can be said about ABC Lost. The castaways are more than just stranded on the island, there are forces at work of powers unknown. And just like the Twilight Zone, a twist is inserted in the story convoluting the outcome.

Below is how a typical Twilight Zone episode was introduced and ended. If you read carefully the characters introductions, (They are taken from Rod Serling’s opening monologue’s,) you will notice they describe the Lost cast almost perfectly. The text and names were slightly altered to incorporate the Lost series.
Perhaps the writers of Lost are Twilight Zone fans and have created a “Revised” series for the new millennium.

I suggest you tune into the Sci-Fi channel during the lateness of the evening and witness for yourself the spectable, or spector, of what is the Twilight Zone.

Prologue

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

Monologue

Respectfully submitted for your approval… The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we’re about to watch could be our journey. A journey that begins at a typical airport filled with anonymous travelers. The passengers of Oceanic flight 815, a collection of improbable circumstances stuck together in a prolonged nightmare in which fear, loneliness and the unexplainable walk hand in hand through the shadows.

In a moment we’ll start collecting clues as to the whys, the whats and the wheres. We will not end the nightmare, we’ll only explain it… because this is the Twilight Zone.

Cast Of Characters

Meet Jack Shephard, Doctor. A man in search of answers and perhaps redemption. A man thrust into uncontrollable events as he mourns the death of his father and his choices in love and life.

Her name is Kate Austen. She’s twenty-seven years old. Her occupation: Grifter. At present on vacation, driving cross-country to Los Angeles, California, from Manhattan. Major incident on Highway 11 in Pennsylvania, perhaps to be filed away under accidents you walk away from. But from this moment on, Kate austen’s companion on a trip to California will be terror; her route – fear; her destination – quite unknown.

Mr. Jin Kwon, a gentleman who has lived his life in a gleeful rage; and the young lady, who’s just beat the hasty retreat is Mr. Kwon’s wife, Sun. She’s lived her life as if during each ensuing hour she had a dentist appointment. There’s yet a third member of the company soon to be seen. He now resides in a hotel room and he is the kind of character to be found only at the end of this journey.

James “Sawyer” Ford is 36 years old. He’s been a salesman, a dispatcher, a truck driver, a con man, a bookie, and a part-time bartender. This is a cheap man, a nickel-and-dime man, with a cheapness that goes past the suit and the shirt; a cheapness of mind, a cheapness of taste, a tawdry little shine on the seat of his conscience, and a dark-room squint at a world whose sunlight has never gotten through to him. As fate would have it, Sawyer is about to venture into a world where he will need all his past attributes, and some he doesn’t know he has.

Shannon Rutherford, age twenty-five, young woman waiting for life to begin on a rainy September night. Not a very imaginative type is Miss Rutherford, not given to undue anxiety or fears, or for that matter even the most temporal flights of fancy. Like most young career women, she has a generic classification as a, quote, girl with a head on her shoulders, end of quote. All of which is mentioned now because in just a moment the head on Miss Rutherford’s shoulders will be put to a test. Circumstances will assault her sense of reality and a chain of nightmares will put her sanity on a block. Shannon Rutherford, who in one minute will wonder is she’s going mad.

Boone Carlyle, perhaps doesn’t know it at the time, but it’s an exodus. Somewhere up the road he’s looking for sanity. And somewhere up the road, he’ll find something else.

Bernard and Rose Nadler, a gentle and infinitely patient couple, whose lives have been a hope chest with a rusty lock and a lost set of keys. But in just a moment that hope chest will be opened, and an improbable reality will try to bedeck the drabness of these two people’s failure-laden lives with the gold and precious stones of fulfillment.

Michael Dawson and son Walt. What you have just witnessed, father and son reunion, could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare. It isn’t – it’s the beginning. Although Michael Dawson doesn’t know it, he is about to enter a strange new world, too incredible to be real, too real to be a dream.

Witness a very pregnant Claire Littleton. Single mom. Alone. Exiting the doctor’s office to whereabouts unknown. And at this moment we have just finished walking with her in a nightmare. In a moment she’ll wake up and we’ll remain at her side. The problem here is that both Claire and you will reach a point where it might be difficult to decide which is reality and which is nightmare, a problem uncommon perhaps but rather peculiar.

John Locke, portrait of a broken man. A man who’s begun his dying early. A man who would probably give an arm or a leg or a part of his soul to have another chance, to be able to rise up and shake the dirt from his body and the bad dreams that infest his consciousness.

Sayid Jarrah, survivor, an eye witness to man’s imperfection, an observer of the very human trait of hate and a chronicler of the last chapter–the one reading “Redemption.” Not a prediction of what is to be, just a projection of what could be.

You’re looking at Hugo “Hurley” Reyes, luckiest man almost alive. A man who carries on his shoulder a chip the size of the national debt. A man who has lived a meaningless, pointless, failure-laden life and who at this moment looks for an escape. Any escape, any way, anything, anybody, to get out of the rut. And this flight is just what Hugo is waiting for.

Charlie Pace, fading rock star. A nondescript, commonplace little man where in a few moments, will have to concern himself with survival, addiction, and respect.

Epilogue

Dr. Jack Shephard, lately returned from a place “back there,” a journey into time with highly questionable results, proving on one hand that the threads of history are woven tightly and the skein of events cannot be undone, but on the other hand, there are small fragments of tapestry that can be altered. Tonight’s thesis to be taken as you will, in the Twilight Zone.

Twilight Zone By Golden Earring

It’s two a.m., the fear has gone
I’m sittin’ here waitin’, the gun still warm
Maybe my connection is tired of takin’ chances
Yeah there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head
I’m wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead
I cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy

Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Soon you will come to know,
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone

I’m falling down a spiral, destination unknown
A double-crossed messenger, all alone
I can’t get no connection, can’t get through, where are you
Well the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind
This far from the borderline
And when the hit man comes
He knows damn well he has been cheated

Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned
My beacon’s been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go, now that I’ve gone too far
Soon you will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone

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