I wasn't prepared. I thought I was, but I was so horrendously wrong. Tonight's Doctor Who Episode, entitled The Angels Take Manhattan sent me into a full out ugly cry. My fellow Whovian little brother and I hugged, as all Who-lovers should, mourning the bittersweet end to the story of Rory Williams and Amelia Pond. It is the nature of Doctor Who to reinvent and regenerate. It's what has made the show last so long. However, it doesn't make it any easier. On a one to David Tennant's departure, this was absolutely a ten. (If you get that joke, you have excellent taste in British T.V. We should be friends.)
The episode started out in the shady 1920's, where weeping angels, ancient creatures who send people back in time and feed off of life energy have taken over Manhattan, pose as statues of babies, mothers, and even the Statue of Liberty. If you look away, if you blink, you will be sent back in time. Everyone's favorite time travel The Doctor must try to rescue all of New York and prevent his companions Rory and Amy from dying in the process. A mysterious book written by the always fabulous River Song guides their journey through flickering rooms and dark tunnels with terrifying moving statues. The Doctor however, refuses to look at the last page, the spoiler, the end. He doesn't do well with endings, and so he rips it out. Stories, at least the best ones however, need an end.
When a horrible truth is discovered-that Rory will be taken by the angels, dying alone and away from Amy-Amy like always refuses to let that stand. She and Rory create a time paradox, sacrificing and saving all of New York in the process. Just when it seems as though everyone will be fine, and no true end will come, an angel takes Rory back in time. His name appears in stone, on a tombstone in the present day. Amelia Pond, the brave and fierce woman that she is, must say goodbye to The Doctor and River to join Rory, and live out their days together in a time altered world, a world the Doctor can never visit. The Doctor, her raggedy man who gave her promises of adventure when she was a child and made good on them when Amy grew up, is forced to say goodbye. Amelia Pond blinks and is gone, her name appearing on a present-day tombstone.
Amy leaves one last goodbye to her Doctor in the last page of the mysterious book written by River Melody Song. The man who hates goodbyes and endings, the man who ripped out the last page of the book, must find the page and find a way to say goodbye, just as he always has. He loves like a human, but he is not one. He lives on, loved and remembered by the Ponds, just as we will love and remember them.
Oh, what a beautiful, sad, tragic, happy ending. I'm beyond thrilled Amy and Rory spent their lives together, and didn't have a truly devastating end like Donna Noble (who forgot everything about her adventures), but I'm having trouble like The Doctor has trouble saying goodbye to the Ponds. Oh, weeping angels. Why are you so terrifying and awesome? All you do is make everyone incredibly weepy? I'm left sad over The Doctor, River, Rory's Father, all of them losing Rory and Amy. I know the show will move on and be wonderful in a new and fantastical way, but for now, I'm going to be sad. After all, to quote another Weeping Angel survivor, "Sad is happy for deep people." (If you get that reference, you are my favorite person ever.)