Midnight Reaction
Oh my GOD. Everyone was so HUMAN in this. Like, other than that bloody alien, no-one was the bad guy. They all had their good and bad moments. LOL, emo kid. Fantastic.
Anyway, I liked how the Doctor thought he could handle it and that lovely bit with him saying things to see if it would know what he was going to say. Classic.
THEN.
The Doctor being vulnerable hurts me. I spent a goodly amount of time going, "Ohhh....sweetheart..." Because when the Doctor can't do anything (and he couldn't, he was just staring forward, trembling, with this sort of sadness and terror in his eyes [gosh, David Tennant's good]) you know you're boned. The Doctor is kind of my comfort blanket. When I'm watching horror movies, I stop them from scaring me either by making fun of them or imagining that the Doctor is just about to come and save them. When he's helpless...I get really scared.
NEXT TIME.
AHHHH
AHHHH
AHHHH
But, yay, Rose. :D
But also....they ARE going to kill off Donna, aren't they. I...really wish...I love Donna. I don't want her dead. Nor do I want Rose dead but she's probably going to end up doing something heroic and dying, isn't she? Yeah. Crap. I am never going to stop crying, especially if they use Rose's theme when she comes back next episode. They're plaing the last two as a two-parter, though, right? Otherwise I may go mad.
On a similar note, I had a Doctor Who dream last night pertaining to....well, it felt like it was the end of everything. Like, I knew there was this huge thing coming that I couldn't stop. I was travelling in the TARDIS with the Doctor (for once!) and he kept doing the most banal things. Like looking in on certain events with this screen he had on his wall. Only...it was like, we'd be watching, and then the person would look up and be like, "And who the hell are you?" I kept asking the Doctor, "Why can they see us?" and he said, "No, they can't. It's only a projection of a situation, not the actual event. There's no logical way for the actual person..." and blah blah blah on like that. At another point, we gathered wool off a sheep. I shit you not. Then the TARDIS turned into some sort of low shelter and we gave scissors to an ancient civilisation. And all the while, I had this sense of dread. There was something coming. Something big. Something a little bit Armageddon-y.
On the upside, I got to be a little touchy-feely with the Doctor and he didn't mind. Lots of hugs. Brilliant. It was at least a little comforting, considering that he seemed to be ignoring the bigger issue of universe-destruction.