Still, four more episodes left. We can see four more episodes of Dexter Morgan, who narrates things. Four more episodes see Ghost Dad appear to inform Dexter of the wrongdoing. There are four more episodes in which Deb swears instead of having a personality. Dexter can access all information the Miami police department holds, regardless of its classification. Angel marrying, then suddenly getting divorced from a colleague. Or leaving the force to open taco restaurants and rejoining the force without any reason. Then getting promoted anyway. Even though most people think he retired years ago, Captain Matthews still shows up at work occasionally. Nothing exciting. Never.

A show should build unstoppably towards its finale when it has only four episodes remaining. Lost was at this point killing as many of its main characters in a desperate race to the end. The Sopranos had Kennedy and Heidi. An episode of the Sopranos began with Tony murdering his family and ended in Tony screaming “I Get It” at the desert with peyote. Breaking Bad has five more episodes, and there is enough momentum to make the finale both significant and predictable. Dexter? But Dexter?

Dexter once had so much potential. This is the saddest part about it. Dexter was gripping in its early years. He was often pitted against The Ice Truck Killer or John Lithgow’s horrifying Trinity Killer. It knew exactly where it was heading. It knew where it was going. But after the endless Julia Stiles years and Colin Hanks’s twist, Deb fell in love with Dexter and then found out the truth. She then became a murderer, then turned into a coke-addled prostitute for three seconds. The potential to become a killer slowly faded to nothing.

Yes, there are bad things that happen, but they never happen to Dexter. He’s at this point the calm eye in the storm and trying to pretend interest in all the redshirts hovering around him. He might experience something notable in the last four hours. Perhaps Deb will arrest him or someone tied to his past will kill him. Or Ghost Dad will beat him to death with his hammer because he cannot listen to anyone narrate his visible minutiae in a silly, Halloweeny, half-whisper so many.

One of these events might happen. Maybe something else will. Maybe everyone in Miami will die from boredom. We are all waiting for Dexter’s end to fulfill our idiotic duty-bound loyalty. However, that seems like too much for now.