|Listen by Steven Moffat|
My recap of Doctor Who: Listen. The Doctor, after all these centuries, finally goes completely over the deep end, and Clara ends up having to act as his psychologist. Also, Clara and Danny have a really, really terrible date. The end.
What, you want more than that?
Okay. I'll put a little more effort into it. Just sit back and listen. Comfy? There you go. Doctor, come out from up there. There's no gravity in space. You'll fly away.
|The Doctor meditates|
All alone in the Tardis, the Doctor is babbling to himself. He's finally lost it. Completely. He's babbling at the empty room, asking why he's doing that - why anybody does that. Conjecture: he's turned into a paranoid schizophrenic and he thinks somebody's following him. Actually, the Tardis, a living creature, is listening when he babbles to himself, but he's forgotten that. He's seen perfect hunters and perfect defenders, but why is there no creature who is perfect at hiding?
Uh, you've actually met several creatures who are perfect at hiding, Doctor. The Vashta Nerada, the Weeping Angels, the Silence... remember them? Oh, wait... maybe not. But maybe there's another one out there, in the room while you babble nonsense. What would they do when you address them directly?
Somebody has written an answer on the chalkboard.
The Tardis is alive, but she doesn't normally communicate with words, so it probably wasn't her. Holy shit, somebody get Clara. The Doctor's going to need a straitjacket after that. Let's roll the credits while we get some soft place for the Doctor to lie down.