Spurned on by themagicofvenice and encouraged by too many people. A clothes swap - because it has to be.
This is why I shouldn’t do anything ever.
When he forced his eyes open, he saw pale stars above him, and had, once again, the sensation that there was someone else present.
He turned his head, wincing at the stab of pain, and saw a small but brightly lit folding chair on the sand. A robed figure was reclining in it, reading a book. A scythe was stuck in the sand beside it.
A white, skeletal hand turned a page.
“You’ll be Death, then?” said Vimes, after a while.
AH, MISTER VIMES, ASTUTE AS EVER. GOT IT IN ONE, said Death, shutting the book on his finger to keep the place.
“I’ve seen you before.”
I HAVE WALKED WITH YOU MANY TIMES, MISTER VIMES.
“And this is it, is it?”
HAS IT NEVER STRUCK YOU THAT THE CONCEPT OF A WRITTEN NARRATIVE IS SOMEWHAT STRANGE? said Death.
Vimes could tell when people were trying to avoid something they really didn’t want to say, and it was happening here.
“Is it?” he insisted. “Is this it? This time I die?”
“Could be? What sort of answer is that?” said Vimes.
A VERY ACCURATE ONE. YOU SEE, YOU ARE HAVING A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, WHICH MEANS THAT I MUST UNDERGO A NEAR-VIMES EXPERIENCE. DON’T MIND ME. CARRY ON WITH WHATEVER YOU WERE DOING. I HAVE A BOOK.
Vimes rolled over onto his stomach, gritted his teeth, and pushed himself onto his hands and knees again. He managed a few yards before slumping back down.
He heard the sound of a chair being moved.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?” he said.
I AM, said Death, sitting down again.
“But you’re here!”
AS WELL, Death turned a page and, for a person without breath, managed a pretty good sigh. IT APPEARS THAT THE BUTLER DID IT.
IT IS A MADE-UP STORY. VERY STRANGE. ALL ONE NEED DO IS TURN TO THE LAST PAGE AND THE ANSWER IS RIGHT THERE. WHAT, THEREFORE, IS THE POINT OF DELIBERATELY NOT KNOWING?
Never forget that Spock’s Kirk impression includes a half-lidded gaze and a pouted lower lip.
Never forget that he called Bones “Bones.”
Never forget that Bones’s reaction was to stare at him and then faint in his lap.
Never forget a single goddamn thing about this scene.
I think I know what happened
I liked that episode a lot.
And for once, the monster was the villain, and the villain was the monster. As in: the threatening life-form of the episode which is regarded as this week’s monster was (as far as anyone could tell) genuinely malevolent and the instigator of aggression for this episode.
Which doesn’t happen all that often with new monsters-of-the-week in Steven Moffat’s era. Which was interesting.
But that was a good monster. And a good episode.
I like how they acknowledged this in the episode too. They kept questioning whether or not the monsters was truly evil before deciding on, “Well, we can’t say for sure but they sure are acting like it, so we might as well thwart them.” I feel like the show has been deconstructing the whole idea of a Doctor Who monster for a while now, and this one basically reconstructed it again.
I was just talking about how there was a thing this season about helping the monster rather than defeating it, and so yeah, I really liked that these guys were just plain hostile.
Ponder Stibbons was one of those unfortunate people cursed with the belief that if only he found out enough things about the universe it would all, somehow, make sense. The goal is the Theory of Everything, but Ponder would settle for the Theory of Something and, late at night, when Hex appeared to be sulking, he despaired of even a Theory of Anything.