The season needed that ending; it needed an explosion to thrust the characters toward more danger.
But let’s face it, despite her choices, if she’s looking for a happily-ever-after, the pickings are kinda slim.
Dexter shows that even deranged killer of killers can do well with the women.
The fundamental metaphor of any zombie narrative is the inevitability of death.
Finally, this season figures out what it's about and delivers a truly fresh episode.
This is another decent episode that throws a wrench into the apparent arc of the season.
Weirdly, this episode in a differently-paced season could have been absolute gold.
There is little evidence of Rumple’s better angels this week.
And that's why I watch this show. The zombies are an added bonus.
Because much like a signature cocktail, a great Halloween costume can perfectly capture the essence of a character.
