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I Know How Lost Ends

I have figured out how Lost ends.

After watching every episode of the show, reading countless theories online, and every interview with the creators that I could get my hands on.

And finally, it clicked.

I know what this is all leading up to...

"Party of Five."

Wait, hear me out.

This show is about many things: Time, redemption, faith.

All cornerstones of that 90's gem "Party of Five."

I think that we're going to reach the end of "Lost" and Jack, played by Matthew Fox, is going to wake up in a bed with a strange man looking down at him.

"Who are you," he asks.

"Oh Charlie," the man responds, "It's Owen."

It turns out Baby Owen grew up to be a mad scientist who desperately tried to heal his dysfunctional family by going back in time to the moment when they were all happy:

The moment before their parents died in a car crash.

The problem is that when Owen messes with time, he creates a parallel universe where his brother Charlie is a doctor named Jack.

Owen would be able to bring Charlie back from this Universe, but he's thwarted by his even more intelligent sister--Claudia.

She wants Charlie to stay where he is, because if their parents had survived, Claudia was going to get shipped off to boarding school in Czechoslovakia.

Soon, it becomes an epic battle between good and evil to retrieve Charlie from the Lost universe, causing all the turmoil in this alternate reality.

Things become even stickier when their brother Bailey gets lost in a separate dimension, falls off the wagon (again), and ends up being the drunk driver who killed their parents.

Finally, they are able to bring Charlie back, but the series has a tragic end when it is revealed that Julia, their beloved-yet-annoying sister, was killed by a mob of desperate housewives believing she was one of the aliens from V.

Oh, by the way...Spoiler Alert.

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