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He blinked, and the vision was gone. He was just a man in a cheap polyester tie.

He got into his car, adjusted his glasses, and drove home to make dinner for his father. The Island was a dream he couldn't remember, and the life he had was the one he had chosen to save. Lost_6x06_Dottor_Linus_ITA_DVDRip_XviD-tridimen...

“Ben, you’ve got that look again,” Arzt chirped from the corner, clutching a stack of ungraded science labs. “The ‘I-could-rule-this-place-better’ look.” He blinked, and the vision was gone

As he walked to his beat-up sedan in the cooling evening air, Ben looked up at the moon. For a split second, he felt a strange sensation, as if the ground beneath the parking lot wasn't asphalt, but something shifting, mystical, and hungry. The Island was a dream he couldn't remember,

Ben retreated to his classroom. On the chalkboard, the name Napoleon was written in his precise, cramped handwriting. He often felt a kinship with the exiled Emperor. He felt like he was living in his own version of Elba—a quiet, suburban exile where his greatest enemy wasn't a rival faction or a smoke monster, but Principal Reynolds, a man of staggering incompetence.

The words hung in the air, sweet and poisonous. For a moment, Ben felt a flicker of something ancient and dark—a memory of a life he never lived, where he moved pieces on a chessboard and held the power of life and death. He saw a flash of a jungle, the smell of damp earth, and the weight of a pistol in his hand.