Who Sunday: End of Time, Russell T. Davies

Nice creepy touch with the multiple Masters, and then–break my heart–Wilf knocks four times. I snarked about the long denouement, but I still cry buckets at the end. I didn’t want him to go, either, even though we get Matt Smith, who is also rude and not ginger.

Three years later, and I still miss Ten. And Nine. Nine was My Doctor. Being a Doctor Who fan means yelling, “Come back, Shane!” every three years.