When we last saw the Doctor, she was involuntarily recruited into a stony squadron of Weeping Angels, which made for a corker of a cliffhanger, though her transformation turns out to be entirely temporary. Did the Angels bother to return the village to its place in time and space? They must have done for UNIT to recover the TARDIS, but we don’t get to hear about that, nor do we learn the fate of young Poppy. The breakneck pace, unfortunately, means that there’s little or no attention given to wrapping up some dangling plot points from last week’s episode and we’re left to infer what happened for ourselves. This week, we’ve gone from the creeping horror of Weeping Angels in misty Devon to an Indiana Jones-style, globetrotting adventure that’s heavy on banter and physical comedy. A selection box rather than a king-sized Toblerone, in other words. It also means members of the audience will appreciate some episodes more than others, depending on which flavour of Doctor Who they prefer. For better or worse, each chapter has worked to establish its own tone and tempo, which has helped add to the sense of scale the story possesses. If there’s one thing you can say about Flux, it’s that no two episodes have felt quite the same. Warning: this Doctor Who review contains spoilers.