The Fall

Forget the Mayans: the world will end tomorrow.

For those of you who are familiar with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes series, you know that Doyle eventually killed Sherlock by having him fall of a waterfall (Reichenbach) whilst grappling with his arch-nemesis Moriarty (Doyle later brought him back after tremendous backlash from the fans).

For those if you who follow the new BBC series Sherlock, you know that the season finale, cringing-ly referred to simply as 'The Fall' (and usually followed with anguished shouts of "MOFFAT!!!"), airs tomorrow.

Here at BYU, me and Sierra have a game-plan. See, we're basically devastated, even though it hasn't happened yet (Sierra more so than me, though. I generally reserve my tears for the Doctor). The problem is that the writer, Moffat, is completely unpredictable. He could and will do anything. He's purposely been ambiguous over the whole thing: he's fairly reveling in the tension. He's been taunting the fandom ever since season two aired, with such gut-wrenching twitter posts as "first the Woman, then the Hound, and then, of course, the Fall..." This episode has been so built up, and Moffat himself has admitted that Sherlock may not survive (I believe the words he used were 'come back.') Most problematic of all, although a third season has been confirmed, it may not come out for years. BBC tends to have huge gaps between seasons: some Doctor Who seasons have been a year and a half apart. And since Sherlock is technically just a side project for Moffat and Gatiss, a lot of fans are seriously starting to wonder if there will be a legit three year gap (that's how many years it took Sherlock to show himself to John again in the books).

So. We stopped by the Creamery today after dinner to stock up for our survival kit. We already have a tube of cookie dough; now we have chocolate bars, and we bought a bottle of sparkling cider. We didn't drink one for New Year's, but now we're going to use it to drown our sorrows. And fortunately there's no classes Monday, so we can stay up mourning (Read: weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth) as long as we need to. xP