Mailbox for Benjamin Linus.

A stitch in time saves nine, or so the saying goes. A man like Benjamin Linus generally lived by such words; he was careful to take care of problems as soon as they arose, if he hadn't already dealt with it long before it would have so much as pinged a less scrupulous person's radar. Still, in spite of his alleged monstrousness, even Ben was only ( Read more... )

( SotP | June 2010. )

The dim, artificial light of the Orchid station gives way to shadow. Swaddled in the heavy clothes of a man long since dead, the crouched figure of Benjamin Linus creeps through the tunnel, his steps measured as he feels his way through the dark. The path ends as soon as it begins, an old ladder leading downwards the only way to move on. Move on, ( Read more... )

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