24: Hi, Jack!

Y'know, nobody ever says 'hello' in the 24-verse. A version of "Hi, Bob" for that show would be one of the world's first Sobriety Games.

Anyhow, at this late date I think that the closest thing to a season Motif we're going to get is 'disintegrating relationships'. Whether you're waking up next to a virtual stranger from work you'll probably never talk to again, or the guy renting your apartment turns out to not be a particularly good substitute for the former man of the house, or you left your one-armed boyfriend to hook up with a creepy psycholgist, or your husband would rather let the crazy guy shoot you in the leg than answer a few questions, or your fellow occupant of the West Wing turns out to be either manic-depressive or um, evil, when Jack's in town and the Clock is Ticking, it's probably time to Get out. Now. At least on Day 5.