Well, I know I said I'd post this yesterday, but yesterday was pretty hectic because Easter is to my family like Christmas is to the Doctor: a recipe for disaster. Yesterday, and I'm not kidding, my crazy aunt stormed out because of POTATO SALAD, my baby cousin had an allergic reaction to who-knows-what (she's fine now), so all that was left was me and my grandmother, who proceeded to get upset about her insane family. When I finally got a chance to watch, both the original and re-airing were both over. It didn't record here, so I had to wait until today to catch the second re-airing. I would have quick-written something yesterday using Wikipedia articles and blog posts about the episode, but y'all deserve better than that. So, sorry, I'm updating a day late for quality's sake.

The Impossible Astronaut (Mistake)

This was not supposed to happen. This is a mistake. My Doctor, the most important man in the universe, the oncoming storm, the best timelord I've ever met and he just… can't. be… dead. I need him. I need to feel his mind pressed into mine, I need to hear him say "Hello, dear," To me one more time, I need to drift through his dreams on the rare occasions he sleeps, and imagine myself a human able to bury my face in his jacket and hold onto him tightly because he CANNOT BE DEAD! But I can't. I can only feel his rightful place in my mind being ripped away as I watch Amy scream his name into the night. Because this doesn't compare to the cracks in time, no, my entire universe is shattering all around me, and I can only rely on three small humans to right this mistake.

Okay, I'm working under the assumption that the current TARDIS dies with the Doctor, and it's the past TARDIS that they show. Make sense? Besides, if I were writing from the past TARDIS's POV, I'd be like "Seriously? Amy, pregnant, again? Humans, they're like rabbits!" And, I promise, I won't have any more rantish A/N's. Only important-to-the-updating-pattern stuff.

PS, All who are hoping to God they throw out the new rubbish-Amy-voice-over intro and go back to the vortex, say I! It's not Doctor Who without the vortex!

PPS, For randomness's sake, I'm going to leave a survey-like question to answer at the end of a review, because I'm bored. This week's question: Favorite Genre(s) of music? (Mine are Indie and Trock)

PPPS, Trock is Time Lord Rock, quite possibly the best thing ever. Look it up.