''Lost'' is one of those shows that I watch several different ways, and sometimes I forget that I'm doing it. Tonight I sat, a little uncomfortably, through most of the episode in my move-the-mystery-along mode. There really wasn't a lot of that. And even the promised reunion of the two survivor groups (I keep wanting to call them tribes) did not happen until the final minutes, after a lot of dilly-dallying and flashbacks to determine what Ana Lucia would do to Sayid.
But there is this other way of watching the show, which is the emotional journey of the people, the way they were all in various ways ''lost'' before they ever boarded the plane. This episode showed us how Ana Lucia and Sayid felt very, very lost -- to the point that they felt dead, which is about as lost as you can get. But they're not really alone in their misery, not in this group. And as long as they aren't really dead, they have a chance for something -- joy, redemption, emotional rescue.
Song lyrics ponged in my head during that reunion sequence: musta got lost, lost in the ozone, I was lost but now I'm found. The last one especially, since Rose and Bernard finally found each other on the beach, and embraced, and we should have felt a little hope.
Not a bad feeling the night before Thanksgiving, when we may look at all the losses in our own lives -- and still find those things to give thanks for. Like surviving a plane crash and getting another chance to hold onto someone you love.