In principle, I’m not as averse to dream episodes as some people (yes, I do mean Jed) are. But there’s a limit to my tolerance and spending almost an entire episode running round and round in Alex’s subconscious (which seems to be full of different versions of Alex – self-absorbed, much?) takes us pretty close to it. Melinda Clarke’s Amanda is entertainingly calculating and ruthless, and she did her best to liven up all the increasingly tiresome and repetitive “corridor” scenes, but they still weren’t at all interesting. And on a practical note, I would have thought there were better ways to get reliable information than pumping a person full of some weirdo dream “truth” drug while she’s coming down from a dose of meth, causing her to trip out and chase after her younger self for an hour. But then I don’t work for a shadowy black ops organisation as their primo interrogator, so what do I know?
Still, despite the clunkiness of the central premise, the episode was redeemed by two things. Number one: turns out that Alex’s subconscious is also a Mikita shipper (and therefore can’t be all bad ;-)), and number two: thanks to Michael finally doing something about all the clues flying around for weeks now, we got that very last scene which was so supremely shipper-tastic, it was worth everything that went before it. Even Evil Alex’s ridiculous hairdo.