It is day 21 of my internment...

Three weeks have passed since the unthinkable happened. I had no idea it was coming, I was woefully unprepared, and now I see how foolish I was. How blind I was. That day, the news began to trickle in, from one source and then another, until finally I examined the claims myself. It was true. I sprung into fully fledged denial, obviously there had been a mistake and the status quo would be restore shortly. This had happened before, hadn't it? The world turns, the eternal power struggle never abates but ultimately order and decency emerge. As the hours formed days, no one offered to pull me from this limbo. No reassuring articles or posts came, nothing but wild conjecture abounded. How could they do this to me? How could they open the gates to another world, such a beautiful world, and then snap them shut with no notice? Do they need more money? I'll pay more! If just for one glimpse of his tousles. No. It seems its return to the platform will not transpire in the foreseeable future. In the clash of Titans, it is the people who get stepped on, left only to halt abruptly and look upon the splinter shambles of their lives and weigh their waning options. But I will patiently, ardently wait until that time when my access is rectified, whatever form that may take. I just hope it happens sooner than later.

I will never forget the day Doctor Who disappeared from Netflix.