ABC's Ultimate LOST Fan Promo Contest has produced some great spots. But none of them fully illustrate the sheer hopelessness, despair and withdrawal that we're five episodes away from experiencing better than this one.

When our Tuesday nights are no longer filled with lottery numbers that plague and time travel that scrambles brains, what will you do to fill the emptiness that eats away at your soul like the smoke monster ate Mr. Eko?

Break out into random crying fits at your desk? Maybe find a therapist that looks like Rose. Or perhaps you'll frame a photo of Desmond/Sawyer/Charlie/Faraday and cuddle it close as you rock yourself to lonely LOST-less sleep.