Six. Long. Years.

I'm about 1,000 seconds away from tying up the loose ends that have unravelled faster than a shoelace with no aglet - that someone went and put in a blender.

Yes. Lost has reached its conclusion at last.

I'm telling you. The hours I've invested in this show (very easy to count) better pay off. Otherwise, I'm sending JJ Abrams a photo of ginger's poo.

But wait! Before I email it to him, I'm going to encrypt it with the stupidest password possible, and then relish at the joy of him never knowing what the picture was.

And if he ever worked it out.. It would be terribly disappointing.

Just like I hope this last episode isn't.

Let's see.

And pray there's no poo involved.