Jin examines the watch that will cost him his wife if he doesn't deliver it. There's Walt, still playing his damn GameBoy, and Mercutio making sure Walt's seatbelt is fastened. There's the marshal making sure Kate's handcuffs are fastened, while she stares straight ahead. There's Sayid pulling out a picture of Nadia and staring at it. There's Shannon, pawing frantically through her bag, until Boone casually holds up her inhaler, and she smiles at him, the kind of smile that unfortunately gives a woman like Shannon the freedom to be as horrible as she wants for as long as she's able to smile like that. There's a very sweaty Hurley getting on. He passes by Walt, giving him a wink and a thumbs-up, with his tongue sticking out, and Walt smiles, and Mercutio's happy to see that. And Hurley's shirt has magically dried by the time he gets in his seat, and he puts on his headphones and pulls out a comic book, the one with the polar bear. And there's Claire being helped by Arse, who I guess wasn't all bad. There's Jack and Locke, making eye contact and smiling politely.
And back on Craphole Island, the smoke is clearing, and the four demolitioners approach the twisted metal of the hatch. Jack and Locke look at each other, then squat, and lift the hatch off. They peer inside, our POV from below them, and the camera pulls away, and away, and away, down, down, down, super-deep. With a decrepit and in some places completely broken ladder down the side. Well done dramatically, only it reveals absolutely jack-squat, no?
Oh, well. We all know we'll be back. Next season will feature more myth-making and suspense, and the levels of mystery will deepen and widen, until it's all too unwieldy and ratings start to drop, and an attempt to tie things up will explain some things and contradict others, and we'll start afresh, or at least try to, in a few seasons. If they get down that hatch and there's somebody at the bottom named Rambaldi, I'm done.