My mother bought me the 3rd season boxset of Forever Knight. I specifically requested it. I have seasons 1 & 2 and although I hardly, if ever, watch those episodes, the third season would complete the collection and that is important. I have always been very open about my Forever Knight obsession. It struck while I was in college and remained for a few years afterward. Words can hardly express the feelings I had for that show. I guess you could say I was a “trekkie” but for Forever Knight rather than Star Trek. At any rate, this morning I excitedly queued up one of my favorite episodes, Night in Question. That’s the episode where Nick, the vampire cop, loses his memory and has to consult his father vampire, LaCroix, to help him regain his memory and fight the cop killer who is terrorizing Toronto. The familiar opening flashed by and the episode began and a strange thing happened. The show didn’t move me like it once did, in fact, I could hardly get over how stupid it was. The chills I once felt were replaced with a weird sick feeling. Maybe it had to do with it being a third season episode and all the actors had gotten rather old and jowly or maybe it’s me. Maybe I moved on.