April 12th : somebody’s birthday, and moving swiftly on, there’s an equation to bury in the tunnels of time where all things are kept in The Now. In tonight’s episode, Torment of Tantalus, a scientist spends fifty years alone with an alien device that holds elemental keys to the physics of the Universe, only he can do no more than write notes, tortured by the tantalising taste of completion as fragments of promise refuse to bond to present meaning. Bride-to-be Catherine was told he was dead, as Mina was deceived in Francis Ford Coppola’s Dracula, only Catherine got on with her existence instead of relinquishing it, and they are reunited before anyone has to die to their precious life.
Hoarding enough food in the house to get through a few hard weeks, we feel safe in the knowledge we don’t have, even though sci-fi generally turns up the unexpected as being worse than previously thought.
Some of us believe in other dimensions and some of us played parts in crossing portals that shouldn’t have been there but all of us are in this mess together, billions and counting, should we need reminding that we are not alone. Who guards the gate may not be for us to know but sometime we’ll find out, when there’s no going back, and there’s never a way back anyway from anything that wasn't a dream so hey, click your heels for Kansas. Way to go, Jack. Dorothy awaits.