Lost: In Sayid Out

This latest episode: a Sayid-stravaganza. Not only is it revealed that our intrepid Iraqi is No. 4 on the Oceanic 6 hit-list but we get a virtual GQ pictorial of said Sayid. We see him meditating in the Lotus position, showing off his golf swing, and effortlessly picking up an uber-model in a swanky German cafe.

What's next, I ask myself, expecting to see him wearing blue Casino Royale swim trunks and a big smile, cavorting in the surf on a beach in Waikiki. Perhaps a message will crawl across the bottom of the screen: "Ladies, what are you waiting for? Call 1-800-Sayid."

I'm already reaching for the phone when the next flash forward appears. Nope, no swimsuit. But he is wearing a tuxedo and that gorgeous mane of dark hair is straighter than usual and flowing down to his shoulders.

Somewhere along the way we end up back on the island where Rousseau is taking Sayid for a walk at gunpoint. "Nothing personal" she explains, all French-accent and smirking in that "we've bonded over torture" kind of bantering way she has. Sayid seems to enjoy the playful repartee and I can't help noticing the sexual tension that seems to exist between them. Must be some kind of SM/BD thing. Anyway, the room begins to spin and I start to pass out from hotness overload but Hurley cracks wise, snapping me out of my reverie and forcing me to disembark from Mickey's train ride to Fantasyland.

Finally, we see Ben at the end, back in the real world, working as a veterinarian and Sayid's task-master. How cool. Ben is deliciously evil.