Denny and I were watching Lost last night on Tivo, since it was the first chance we’d gotten since it aired last week.  This post contains spoilers about last week’s episode, so skip it if you need to.

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So we were sitting there watching, pausing occasionally to try to chill Miles out of a freakout, and I said to him, “Are you having a flashback like Desmond?  Are you actually living ten years in the future and feeling frustrated because there’s something important you need to tell us, only 2008 Miles can’t talk yet and it’s driving you crazy?  If that’s the case, give one sharp yelp.”

He made a noise that sounded like gaaaaaaah.  Denny and I decided it was noncommittal.

This morning, as the first-Monday-of-the-month emergency siren test went off, it crossed my mind that maybe it wasn’t just a test, and FutureMiles had been trying to warn us last night.  However, 2008 Miles was snoozing so comfortably on my shoulder that I couldn’t bear to go investigate.  I decided if I had to go, cuddled up with my baby was a pretty good way.

It was just a test.

As far as I know.

Maybe there really was some disaster and Miles and I got sent to an alternate universe that is exactly like what the world would have been like if the disaster hadn’t take place.