This weekend’s fall finale of Doctor Who was another whopper, especially for my tissue box. Just as many other Doctors have done before, our 11th Doctor had to bid a fond and sudden farewell to his companions, Rory and Amy Williams. Although their departure may come as a relief to some Whovians, this guy isn’t so jovial.
This season seemed to hold no surprises when it was announced, through commercials, that “The Ponds” were exiting the show during the fall finale. I was sure that this aggressive marketing campaign would be a fatal flaw and it would cause me to be less emotional about the inevitable fact that it was Amy and Rory’s time to go. But, I found that the marketing campaign itself was part of the storyline, explaining away the quick pace the episode took to do away with The Ponds.
But, instead of spoiling the moment by writing a half-hearted summary, I’ll direct you towards a short cast interview about the episode. I feel that this is an episode that you’ve just got to see. I can’t possibly do it any justice, and I won’t even try.
I started my journey with the Doctor maybe little more than a month back. Before that, I refused to give the show a chance. Once, I called the program “retardis,” which was both a poor choice and a horrible play of words. Doctor Who is much more than that, it’s “fan-tardis!”
Okay, that was horrible, too.
On a whim, I decided to give the show a try. Boy was I in for a treat. After only two episodes or so, I ended up crying for the first time. The episode that broke the dam and filled my heart with Who was “A Good Man Goes To War.” In that episode, I first cried when Amy lost her baby girl, Melody. I associated the feelings with the thought of losing my own daughter, and it was heartbreaking. The second moment came when the young female soldier, who was important to the episode, passed away after talking to Amy.
If you haven’t seen the episode from Season 6, check it out on Netflix.
I’ve cried many times since then over episodes such as “The Doctor’s Wife,” an episode in which the TARDIS becomes personified in an unlucky woman on a trash planet. Another was the episode entitled “The Almost People,” an episode where these creatures called “gangers,” which were used instead of living humans to do hazardous work, become self-aware after a solar storm and attempted to live their “lives” as their human hosts. But, the most heartbreaking episode, to me, was the episode called “The Girl Who Waited.”
What I saw through my tear-filled eyes was such a beautiful piece of art. In the episode, Amy was separated from The Doctor and Rory after she enters a different room at this martian facility called Two Streams. It turns out that she is trapped in a time stream that moves much faster than the one the Doctor and Rory are in. From the Doctor’s calculations, Amy has one hour before she dies from old age. So, the Doctor and Rory must find a way to bring the present Amy back before it’s too late. But, when Rory enters Amy’s stream, he finds an Amy thirty years older and calloused by years of fighting robots. In the end, Rory must make a heartbreaking choice. Does he save the young woman he loves or the older woman he loved and left to die?
There is a scene near the end of the episode where, as Rory, Amy and Amy are running back to the TARDIS, the Doctor makes the choice to lock the older Amy outside. Rory is torn, but the Doctor pleads for him to leave her behind. Rory sees the older Amy as the woman he loves and the older Amy sees their departure as a death sentence. If they were to leave, she would cease to exist and the past 30 years that she had endured would have been for nothing. But, in her knowledge of time, space and the Doctor, she came to accept the fact that it was not the best decision to come inside the TARDIS after all. It would only cause more problems than it would solve. She pleaded for Rory to leave her behind.
Now that The Ponds have exited the show, I feel as morose as the Doctor. In my short time in following the Doctor, especially the 11th Doctor, I’ve come to love Rory and Amy. Now that they are gone, I feel lost. Who will come next (Don’t tell me, because I know)? Will they be as good as The Ponds? Is this what it felt like to lose Rose Tyler or Martha Jones or Donna Noble? Can my heart beat for a new companion again? Only time can tell if I will be whole again, and that is something no amount of TARDISES (TARDI?) or sonic screwdrivers can fix.
So long, Ponds. May our past be your happiest present and future.