So, they killed off my favorite character on Friday night on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.

I'm going to miss you, Derek Reese!

It happened suddenly. One moment Derek Reese--brother to Kyle Reese, beloved and revered icon in the Terminator saga, and uncle to John Connor, humankind's only hope against the machines of the future--was there; the next moment he wasn't.

Producers, I'm just going to put it plainly: I think you've made a huge mistake.

The show had been fumbling around in its earlygoings, trying to find some emotional grounding in the midst of the time travel, the death and destruction, the relentless pursuit by killer cyborgs. And the emotional pull wasn't coming from where you might hope it would come from--Sarah Connor. Honestly, Sarah Connor has only managed to look crabby throughout the series. I get it--I suppose if I were pursued by killer machines and my son was in constant jeopardy, I'd be crabby too. It might be reality, but it makes for very dull sci fi.