The only thing missing from this episode was a concrete reveal of Prometheus’ identity.
But otherwise, it’s got it all (except Curtis’ subplot, but that’s par for the course).
I know I’ve been saying it all season, but this ain’t no Season 4, anymore. For so, so much the better.
Is it wrong that Peppy, Not-Dating-Oliver Felicity is enjoyable, and I’m now dreading the repercussions of Havenrock sneaking up to get her?
Well, that’s what happens when your street-level vigilante hero show plays the nuke card. And now we’re stuck with it.
Unless Felicity dies. Which would be fine.