I hate and love Saturday nights. Saturdays mean Doctor Who but they also mean working until 10pm and having to rush home to watch that night’s Doctor Who hours after every other geek in the world has been on the latest magical Steven Moffat journey.

*May contain spoilers*

(Make that will)

The beginning of series six of Doctor Who sparked many unanswered questions. Pretty standard for Steven Moffat.
Is Amy pregnant?
If Amy is pregnant, is Rory the father?
Who is River Song?
Who is the girl in the spacesuit?

In my post-Doctor Who theory throwing around stage I pretty much only had one. Amy and Rory are going to have a baby that will grow up to be River song and thier daughter is the girl in the spacesuit.

It seemed so logical, River knows all about the TARDIS and she can fly it. She also said she was in jail for killing the greatest man she ever knew which would make sense if she was the girl in the spacesuit. The reason why Rory was her father and not the Doctor if the girl has special Time-Lordy powers is because Time Lords are made not born and there is no way Rory and Amy could be on the TARDIS all that time and not get up to anything! The TARDIS would have had the effect on the unborn baby that could trn her into a Time Lordy type girl.

After a great consiparcy theory session I curled up and went to sleep. Enjoyed catching up with Doctor Who every week and looked forward to when the last episode would come and Steven Moffat would be sure to hit me with some obsure theory that didn’t even resemble mine.

Curling up in bed with a nice cup of tea I turned on BBC iplayer, ready to be taken on a magical journey hours after everyone else. Loving every minute imagine my horror when the credits roll and I discover… *gasp*… I was right?!?

My world has twisted and been thrown upside down. I couldn’t be happy that I had finally guessed a plot to Doctor Who… My idol… The greatness that is Steven Moffat hadn’t upstaged my own theories and made them insignificant with his excellence and a vision that would prove mine to be narrow.

Would I lose all of my faith in the genius of the Moffat? The god of Doctor Who (and Coupling)… No. Nothing could bring me to that.

This was the man who made every theory I could come up with in Series 5 look silly and childish. To this man I trust the future of Amy and Rory’s child. To this man I trust the future of Doctor Who. I just no longer trust the insignificance of my theories.

I shall watch Series 5 again and remember the greatness that made me guess a new theory about the crack with every new episode.

Even if the rarest of things to happen to a geek happened to me. Guessing Steven Moffat’s craziness.