It nagged at Ed all day. He had gotten home late last night, and had completely forgotten to pick up his mail. So that morning he stopped by the Post Office. And there, sitting on top of yesterday's mail, was the newest edition of Lost Magazine. Unable to control himself, he sat down on the nearest bench and opened it. Just as he started to read "Voices from the Fuselage," his phone rang and he was called away to a crime scene in Midtown.
But now his shift was nearly over. In eleven minutes, he would find out what was in store for Season 4.