Jack’s dad, can’t remember his name right now, has a daughter that he wants to see. Is it Claire and is the baby Jack’s nephew?
Who the hell cares! Why, the writers are still deciding. It’s not a predermined story line. That’s the fricken pisser here. There is no greater mystery to solve. No great stone to overturn that will tell the whole story.
Be warned and be aware. This is the fate of those who wait. Misery and feigned mystery. Let’s call it Mist-ery. False shadows in across the misty blue that could be anything they need to be and become what they have to be then switch to what they should have been then turn out to be nothing. We’re the pawns in this little game.
hey, I have no idea what Faushzer is.