Two months ago you couldn't have made me watch Lost with a ten-foot pole made of weed. Then one night I got bored and dipped my little pinky toe into an episode. The following 80 hours are a vague blur of me eating sandwiches on my couch, debating whether or not to go piss, and occasionally shouting "No... NOOOOOO!" I am now such an ardent Lostiac that I've coined my own term for Lost fans and devote most of my free time to reading Lostpedia entries on the Dharma Initiative and trying to plot out what's going to happen now that the ship's blown up and Ben made the island disappear by turning the polar-bear crank in that weird arctic chamber behind the time machine (whoa, sorry, spoiler alert. Shit). I like to call these guesses my Lost What If?s. Here are a couple of recent ones I've been cooking up for all my fellow Lostiacs to chew on.