Gourrigan sits at the table, flipping through a comic book the Queen thought he’d enjoy: Star Wars, the manga. He’s really digging this Luke guy, feeling a bond with that mythical slinger of a light saber. Han Solo sort of reminds him of Lina, only not as hungry all the time, and Zel would make a great Chewie, only with stone skin not shaggy fur. He can even picture Xellos as Darth Vader and that Dark Lord guy Lina killed—the first one—the big ugly one—uh, Shabbybingo as the Emperor. And Zangulus would be the perfect Lando, too! And Rezo as Yoda! And Princess Amelia as (duh) Princess Leia! Cool!

Chorus: ESCA! FLOW-NAY!

Gourrigan jumps, fumbles the manga, then recovers. He looks around suspiciously but sees nothing but palm trees and the huts where his fellow castaways are napping (or in the case of Zangulus and Martina, boffing). He decides he’s imagining things. What would an overly-loud, pretentious, Gregorian chorus be doing in the middle of the south Pacific, anyway?

Van: Hi…uh…I’m lost…

Gourrigan: I’m Gourrigan. Nice to meet you."

The boy looks confused, then gets it and chuckles.

Van: Oh, yeah. Good one. No, I’m Van, King of Fanelia and I’m—

Gourrigan: I thought you said you were Lost.

Blink. Blink.

Van: Yeah, yeah, I got it. Funny joke, ha-ha. Look, I need directions to—

Gourrigan: Well, are you Van or Lost? Or are you Van the Lost, King of Fandango?

Van: Fanelia.

Gourrigan: I said that.

Van: Grrrr! Look, is there anybody more intelligent around here that I could talk to?

Just then the other castaways emerge from their huts to see what all the commotion is about. Mysteriously, Zangulus isn’t the only one pulling on his pants on the way out… Gourrigan gets this nagging feeling that he just missed out on something fun. The gang sees Escaflowne and stops in their tracks, then Amalia sees King Van and says something Zelgadis has waited years to hear:

Amelia: Oh, wow! He’s cute! And royalty! I can feel it, he’s royalty! Tell me you’re royalty!

Van: I am royalty. I’m King Van of Fanelia—

Amelia: Never heard of it.

Van turns red and huffs at her.

Van: Of course you haven’t heard of it, you idiot, it’s not on this world! Look, I’m lost—

Amelia: I thought you said you were Van.

Van: AUGH! I’m Van and I’m los—uh, I’m looking for someone who can give me directions to Japan. Can any of you do that?"

Everybody, even Gourrigan, points northwest.

All: That way.

Van: Thank you!

He climbs back into his mighty mecha, the chest plates seal him in, Escaflowne stands up, turns around, turns into a dragon and flies off. The castaways realize at the same time that they just missed a ride home and decide to take it out on Gourrigan, since he was the first person to make contact with King Van the Lost of Fanelia. Having made Gourrigan Burgers out of the Swordsman of Light, they return to whatever it is they were doing that involved pants, leaving poor Gourrigan alone with his manga and Escaflowne’s giant footprints.

Chorus: KICKED YOUR! A—ASS!

Gourrigan goes tumbling over the table again and again lands on his head. This time, though, there’s no giant mecha to be seen.

Gourrigan: …hello?

Chorus: HI THERE! MIS-TER!

Gourrigan looks over his shoulder at the huts from which no one has emerged but from which the sounds of Gourriganless fun are coming—and gets a wicked idea.

Gourrigan: See those huts over there?

Chorus: SEE THEM! YES SIR!

Gourrigan: There are a lot of people in there whose fun would really be enhanced by some great theme music like you. I think you should get over there and rock their world.

Chorus: REALLY? ROCK THEM?

Gourrigan: Knock yourself out.

So the chorus takes its invisible self to the huts and enhances the fun for Gourrigan’s former friends. Meanwhile, feeling really pleased with himself and sure King Lost is probably happy to be rid of his theme music, Gourrigan returns to reading his manga.

Chorus: NAKED! LAY-DEES!

Gourrigan: Eh?

Chorus: NAKED! MEH-EN!

Gourrigan: …no way…

But just as Gourrigan gets up to investigate, a gale force wind whips his hair all over the place, overturns the table and almost flattens the huts. Trembling to his very core, Gourrigan looks up. For all of three heartbeats, a city-sized robot hangs in the air in, as Douglas Adams once said, the way that bricks don’t, then it flies off toward the horizon and eventually disappears. Deciding that Gourrigan has once again gyped them out of a chance to be rescued, the other castaways (who, contrary to what the chorus said, are not naked) beat him up again. Then they go back to their huts.

Chorus: STUPID! GOUR-REE!

Gourrigan: Shouldn’t you be annoying that King guy?

Pause.

Chorus: KING GUY? WHO’S THAT?

Gourrigan: That guy you came here with. He probably misses you.

Chorus: ESCA! FLOW-NAY!

Gourrigan: That’s right: Escaflowne needs theme music. You should go find Escaflowne now. It went that way.

He points northwest and waits for the chorus to shout something stupid again, but it has apparently taken his advice and split. Gourrigan rights the table, finds his manga and goes back to reading. He looks up, blinks, goes back to his manga.

Gourrigan: Huh. More giant robots. Nice day for them.

The EVAs land, one on either side of the clearing, and look around. They see Gourrigan, who has had quite enough mecha for one day and ignores them. Then they tromp off to the huts, lift off the roofs to the sounds of mortified screams and hastily replace the roofs. They make nice earthquakes with every step as they head off for the jungle. One of them stops by Gourrigan’s table. A young girl’s voice from within the machine asks:

Shinji: Have you seen any angels?

Gourrigan points northwest, where King Lost Boy and that other big robot went.

Gourrigan: Try Japan.

And goes back to his reading while the EVAs take to the air and disappear in the general direction of Japan. Much to his relief, the other castaways don’t come out and pound him again. After a while, there’s a tap on his shoulder. He looks over his shoulder to find a young man with long, light brown, braided hair standing behind him. Behind the young man is…

Gourrigan: Not another giant robot!

Duo: It’s a Gundam, actually, not a—

Gourrigan: A goddamn? Hee-hee! What a funny name for a robot!

Duo: I told you, it’s not a robot—and it’s not a "god-damn", it’s a Gundamn! Look, I’m lost—

Gourrigan: Hi, I’m Gourrigan. You know, there was this King named Lost who just left here! Wow! What a coincidence!

Duo: Ha-ha, yeah. Cute. My name’s Duo Maxwell and I’m lost.

Gourrigan: Which is it? Are you Duo or Lost?

Duo points at the huts.

Duo: Is there anybody in there that I could ask for directions?

Gourrigan: Japan’s that way.

Duo: Oh. Thanks. Later!

He jumps into his Gundam and heads for Japan. Gourrigan waits for it…waits for it…

Lina: Gourrigan, you idiot! I can’t believe you let him go without bumming a ride home from him! We could’ve been rescued!

Chorus: NIGHTY! NI—ITE!

Gourrigan: …shoot me now…