Clearly this is not Los Angeles, and it's certainly not the last motel room I was in. I'm not clear on who this Zenner Corp is, but I'm sure they have a perfectly logical explanation for how I got here when the last thing I remember is Benjamin Linus choking the life out of me.
What the hell is going on? Last thing I remember is being hit over the head by Locke and then I wake up in some hotel room. I couldn't have imagined all that because I was in Sydney, not Las Vegas.