The Angels Take Manhattan - My Own Perspective

            September 7^th, 2011 was the very 1^st time I met the Doctor- thank you Netflix for keeping such good records.  A dark time in my life: my wife had left me, I was jobless, money almost out, and friends were leaving me faster than I could realize. Worst that my life had ever been. The only thing that kept me going was the desire to not allow my kids to suffer. I really had nothing going on for me. Then I met the Doctor.

            It was a salvation by any means but it was the 1^st thing that actually made me laugh a real laugh and to want to sit and think about it. Up until I caught up in the current series, which took an entire month, it was just a good show with no emotional attachment to any companions or even Doctors. I didn’t cry when anyone left- even Martha who may still be my favorite. But then I started to have to wait a week to see the next episode.

            That created the attachment. Wondering what would happen next.  And besides, for those that know me- I’ve always had a thing for 2 types of people: British women and redheads. So, Amy Pond, just wow. And Rory, of all the characters in the new series, I identified with him the most. I think I’ve always felt like a Rory.

 Even with the knowledge that The Angels Take Manhattan would be their last episode, it never dawned on me that I would get emotional.

            Then it happened. 23 minutes in, I shed my 1^st tear. But I wiped it away and went back to being freaked out by the Angels.  The episode continued like a break up and I knew it. I could sense it. However, like with any unwanted break up, I chose to avoid the signs. There was the feeling of dread, which brought more tears. Then there was the feeling of hope, which brought a smile. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last and finally, the inevitable reality you knew all along.

            It is the reality that sucks the most. Love conquering all is a great sentiment. But, when that love doesn’t involve you, it is pure pain. So as the episode came to an end and for the 1^st time the plea of “Come along, Pond” wasn’t answered, I knew exactly what the Doctor was feeling. The knowing that life has chosen to go without you despite your own will, I know that expression very well.

 This episode was just as described-heartbreaking, but know I will watch it many more times because it was also that beautiful.