"So we'd all meet up, every week, and we'd talk about the Doctor for a bit. But after a while..." Bridget started cooking, and she served up dishes for her LINDA mates like they're kids, because her daughter left her far behind, having taken the hand of an ugly God and walked right out of her life. Drink every time a mother is separated from her child. And Skinner started reading from his novel, because he'd found people who would listen. And when he pauses, in the story, they shout and whine for him to continue. This is love. And time goes on, and they get to know each other better: they knock down those Victorian walls and peer over the rubble; reach out first fingers, then hands: "I started all of this because...erm...My daughter disappeared. It wasn't aliens that took her away, it was just...drugs. I come down to London, every week, and I just keep looking for her..." Bridget starts to cry. She's not alone. Ursula puts her arm around Bridget; Ursula could be her daughter. Ursula reaches out, and touches her. Bliss plays her guitar, and sings to them, and everyone is circled around her, looking up. Up, up. At Bliss, singing the "Riddle Song." I gave my love a cherry that had no stone, a chicken with no bone, a story with no end, a baby without crying. And how can these things exist, in the lonely howling empire of the wolf? When cherry pits are hard, and bones? When stories end? A cherry when it's blooming has no stone, and a chicken in the shell has no bone. The story of love has no end, and babies don't cry when they are sleeping. We only cry when the lights come on and we're awakened to loneliness. Somehow, the story of love goes on.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: B+ | 1397 USERS: C+
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