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The Pandorica and the Regeneration of the Universe

This is Part 3. Read Part 1 and Part 2.

When the TARDIS  is destroyed in the crack in space-time, the crack itself is satisfied. But something else starts to happen. The universe is unmade. Stars vanish.  History is undone. Young Amelia Pond ceases existing.

But, as with the crucifixion, this is not where the story ends. The Doctor understands that the Pandorica has healing powers. Indeed, it perfectly preserved Amy for 2,000 years, and completely restored her life when Amelia gave it a living example of her DNA. The Pandorica opens. Amy emerges. It’s light falls upon a destroyed Dalek, bringing new life to it as well.

So the Doctor realizes if the Pandorica could shed it’s light on every moment of the whole universe, the entire universe would be regenerated. And so he takes it into the heart of the exploding TARDIS, which is exploding in precisely every time and location.

God on the cross did not require an outside element in order to restore the universe. Rather his death on the cross is not only what satisfies the crack in the universe, it is his ultimate creative power as God that likewise regenerates the universe at the same time.

And so the world is remade, the crack of sin satisfied, and the universe exists unbroken. Christ is not only the hope that sin is being vanquished at every moment, but that life and light is being poured into the world across every moment. It is the promise of the New Heaven and the New Earth that will be completely realized when the moment of the crucifixion ends.

The resurrection of Christ is the first act of the New Creation.

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Sin as the Crack in Space and Time

Imagine the universe is broken. Every where you go, in every time, there is this crack in the universe, breaking it further and further, breaking lives, breaking people, pulling loved ones from each other.

This doesn’t sound too far off, does it? There seems to be something—or many things—that make the world a dark, difficult place to live.

Tuesday I wrote about the universal Story written across the universe. The story I’ve mentioned there is present in season 5 of Doctor Who, and it is also the Story of Christ.

In Christianity, this brokenness is called sin. Sin exists in everywhere, in everything. No matter where you are in the world, you will see it.

Doctor Who tells the story of this crack. We start with it’s insatiability.

The story of sin in Christianity is the story of this insatiable, destructive force. Sacrificial laws in the Old Testament reveal this insatiability by requiring ongoing cycles of sacrifices. None of these sacrifices can quench sin. In the New Testament, Jesus offers himself as a sacrifice that can quench sin; he is able to do so since he is God, and this sacrifice is sufficient to close this crack in the universe and fulfill all the  Old Testament laws set to palliate it.

In Doctor Who, we see a similar pattern. The crack across Amy Pond’s bedroom wall is present on the crashed spaceship Byzantium. Several of the characters step into the crack and disappear; the crack devours them and their entire history. After they enter the crack, they were never born; the crack is hungry and destructive. If it is not satisfied, it will continue to pull apart the universe in this way.

In the same episode,  “Flesh and Stone,” we discover that only the most complex space-time event can satisfy the crack and close it. An army of weeping angels calculates that if the Doctor threw himself in, the crack would close. The Doctor, however, allows the gravity produced by the ship to drain, causing the planet’s gravity to pull the entire army of angels into the crack. Angels are complicated space-time events, and an army of them sates the crack: for now.

The angels in the crack are a palliative sacrifice; they are not able to satisfy the crack completely. It isn’t long before the crack returns, devours Rory, and the Doctor discovers what could satisfy the crack forever: his TARDIS.

Continue with Part 2 and Part 3 of this blog series.

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The Doctor’s Wife: Friday Flash

For Friday Flash: A bit of fan fiction. This is a piece that fills in what Rory saw in the TARDIS when House was chasing he and Amy in “The Doctor’s Wife”. No major spoilers if you haven’t seen the episode yet (slight, minor bitty thing: explains what was going on with House vs. Rory and Amy.) I hope you enjoy! And comments/feedback are more than welcome.

The Doctor’s Wife

Sliding doors slammed. Rory skidded, smacked the cold metal slab, Amy’s name suddenly the only word he knew. Adrenaline pumped, his yells echoed, fingers, they would they must, slip between the crack and pry the door, open it, find Amy. “Amy!”

And behind him: “Rory?”

Quickly he turned, wide eyes, sweat prickling his flesh. He breathed hard, fast, from running, from worrying, from anger and fear, and then it caught in his throat as he glimpsed his wife. Orange hair piled in loose waves atop her head, pristine as a Greek goddess, and he felt his fear replaced with a wave of desire.

“We thought you’d gone,” she said. Her face was more supple, her figure thicker, stronger, more seductive than thirty seconds before. Left hand rested on the subtle bump of her stomach. The ring she wore was not the one he’d given her.

“Amy,” he whispered.

Her lips trembled, deep breath. “Look at you. You look just exactly like the day you left.”

“I never left,” he said. “I was only just here, and you were there, and…” he trailed off.

Water shimmered in the corner of her eye. “Oh, Rory.” She approached him, arms out. He nestled his fingers into her back, gripping tight, vowing never to lose her again. But she said, “It’s been years. Years. You were gone. You disappeared when House was chasing us. We never heard from you again.” She shook her head.

Rory tried to object, but found words too difficult.

“We had a memorial. We thought you’d gone.”

He eyed the ring on her hand. She grimaced. “It’s the Doctor, Rory.”

His face contorted. It had only been a second, a second, he swore. Had years really passed? Could he blame Amy for taking another husband? He grabbed her hand. “Is House gone?” She nodded. “Then I want to see the Doctor. I have to face him.” Pause. “Amy, it was only a second. You were just there and then you were behind me.”

She began to lead him to the Doctor, but once again a door slammed between them. Again the beating, again the fury, again the voice behind him.

“Rory?”

He feared to turn, but needed to see her. She stood calm, simple smile, her hand resting on the head of a young boy. He had red hair, blue eyes, a funny chin, suspenders.

Rory took a deep breath, and whimpered, “Amy.” He ran to her and reached for an embrace.

She pushed him away, gave him a terse look. “I know. It’s probably not been any time at all for you. But,” she looked at the boy, “he doesn’t know. He wouldn’t understand.”

Rory stood, staring at them, his lips trembling, his eyes blurred. He took a few steps back. Gone, she was gone, forever. He’d lost her, finally. To the Doctor.

He finally stepped far enough back, another door closed before him. Defeated, he slid to the floor, curled up in the corner, wept.

Distantly Amy’s voice echoed, yelling inscrutable words. He hung his head, repeating within it, “Gone, gone forever. Amy’s gone.” But he could not resist. Her voice was too desperate. Even if she was the Doctor’s wife, he loved her still, loved her worth waiting 2,000 years alone for her, loved her past the end of the world and back again. He loved her, loved her Doctor if she did, loved her son. He went to her.

As he approached, he found the walls smattered with words, scrawled in her handwriting: It isn’t real. House is messing with you. The closer he got to her yells, the more times it was scraped along the corridor.

Rory began to consider that House was messing with him. Amy hadn’t really married the Doctor.  Maybe, just maybe, this was here, now. This must really be Amy.

Jogging toward the noise, hopeful, he began to make out her words. “Doctor,” she yelled. Over and over, the name assaulting Rory. He winced and continued. When he finally found her, she stood next to a set of closed doors, banging it, weeping, fervently yelling for the Doctor.

“Amy,” he said in a low voice.

She gasped and turned. When she saw him her brow creased, her breathing picked up. She pressed herself into the door and yelled again, a screech, a plea: “Doctor!”

“Amy,” he said again. “Amy, it’s okay. I’m here now. It’s House, like the writing. He’s messing with us.”

She trembled, shook her head and said in a tense whisper, “Who are you?”

His own breathing picked up. “Amy, it’s me. It’s Rory.” He stepped toward her.

She pressed herself further into the wall and screamed.  “No!” Her voice grew quiet, her words fiery, her tone too familiar. “Don’t come near. I don’t know who you are, or why you know my name, or who sent you. Just go away. Go away!” Her voice rose into a furious shout.

“Amy, it’s me, Rory,” he said, reassuring, desperate. “Your husband.”

She sneered, shook her head. “Sick joke.” The door opened, she stepped through, and it closed again.

Rory took a few deep breaths, and turned to find the writing vanished from the wall. Again he heard Amy yelling in the distance. He bolstered himself, knowing whatever awaited must be worse, more terrifying, but soon he was running again to find her, try to comfort her, clearly horrified in the distance.

He finally came across her weeping terribly, doubled over in the middle of an empty corridor, apologizing profusely to nothing, nothing at all.

“Amy?” he said.

She screamed and turned, surprised to see him. A few deep breaths and then she looked back where she had been weeping, again looking surprised, confused. Amy stood and ran to Rory, pulling him close gripping tight. He finally believed he’d found her, the real Amy. No more illusions, not right now. He pulled away, and held her forehead to his. “It’s messing with our heads. Come on. Run.”


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River Song

The following contains spoilers through Doctor Who, Season 6, Ep. 2: Day of the Moon. Orig. Air date 4/30/11

!!!!SPOILERS!!!!

A list of facts about River Song with some extra goodies thrown in:

River Song has a six shooter.

She shoots the astronaut five times, and misses five times.

What happened to the sixth bullet? She used it to shoot the Stetson off the Doctor’s head.

What I want to know is: how does a woman with the impeccable aim of River Song—who can shoot Stetson’s off of people’s heads without, you know, killing them—miss an astronaut walking slowly in to a lake. Five times. (Even if a spacesuit is bullet-proof—who knows—wouldn’t the astronaut have jolted if it had been hit by something as fast moving as a bullet?)

As General Shan says in The Blind Banker (Sherlock, not Who, but relevant logic): “What does it tell you when an assassin cannot shoot straight?… It tells you that they’re not really trying.”

No, River Song is not technically an assassin (as far as we know). But the Doctor does say: She “has her own gun, and unlike me she really doesn’t mind shooting people…She’ll definitely kill at least the first three of you.”

River Song killed a man. A good man. The best man she ever knew.

Doctor says to the astronaut before the astronaut kills him: “It’s okay. I know it’s you.”

(There are other facts about the astronaut that make this train of thought seem unnecessarily suspicious. But, I’m not ruling it out quite yet. River Song is a clever, tricksy girl.)

(Amy, unskilled with a gun, in a state of emotional distress, without really knowing that she’s shooting someone, manages to hit the astronaut in the helmet. The helmet punctures.)