So, in talking about the latest episode of Eleventh Hour over at Tor.com, I have decided that the showrunners have abandoned all other plot and character arcs simply to mess with me. When I mocked the weird make-out setup of hallucinating and needy Rufus, they sent me a third member of the team. When I complained about the obsession with motherhood, they send me a lady scientist who says things like, “I understand logic. I’m a scientist!”

You win this time, show. You win. [Pinter pause.] This time.

I would like, at some point, to sit down with Rufus for an interview wherein I ask him what he thought he was signing up for, and how he feels about it now. Did he really hear this pitch and dream of frowning absently into an electron microscope? Does he regret it now? (He had better regret it now.)