Features the debut of Leaf. There was some potential here - no, don’t you tell me to fuck off, give me a chance here - but it ended up collapsing into a sad mess at Moffat’s feet with a dull thud. THUD. Maybe instead of the Rings of Ashketon we should call it The Thud Of ThuddingThud. “The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms,” is an aphorism written by a not-very famous and obviously dead poetess named Muriel Rukeyser; if you listen closely, you’ll hear this episode misquote it and they don’t get their own story right either. This episode sorts of rambles about agreeably enough at first, then throws itself at the sky, yearning to to soar but never managing to leave the ground. It sure does flap around a lot though. By the end I don’t think even it knew which was was up.