One January Morning, Part 19
In the rowboat, on the way to the ship, she asked him what he meant by ‘back’ and got an earful. He took the oars from her as he told her, as if to suggest that she needed to give him her full attention. To begin with, he wanted to know if she’d ever heard of a DeLorean, or a Floaty Ball Person Carrier, or perhaps a TARDIS. When she shook her head no at the end of each query, he explained that the sewers were like that.
“Like what?” she said, holding her hat atop her head as the fierce wind sought to take it from her.
“They bring us back to the sea, or to whichever other place it was from whence we came.”
“But what about the aliens?” she said. “What about the Dread Pirate Roberts?”
“Back,” he said. “We’ve gone back before all that.”
To be continued…