You have sucked out my soul. In its place you've left anger and frustration. All I really want to know is what the goddamn smoke monster is! The next time someone asks about it and the response is "I don't know" I'm probably going to burst into a horrible rage blackout and throw my TV out of the front window. The same applies if anything every happens to my dear Desmond Hume(i.e. the greatest character in the history of EVER)... but in the second scenario I'll also stop watching forever and ever and kill anyone who has ever written for the show... just sayin. That being said I love you.
My heart belongs to you,
Joyce
P.S. Obviously there are like ten million other questions I would like answered eventually, but they're less pressing.
