One January Morning, Part 23
What surprises me is that they don’t ask. They don’t beg at all. Instead, after a lot of whispering and a few nods, SWAT Morgan unholsters his sidearm and hands it to Deckhand Morgan. Deckhand Morgan then does something that I should remember doing, but don’t—the part of the manual on time travel was used as toilet paper by the Big Guy during a shortage of some kind, so I have no better idea how this works than you do. At any rate, Deckhand Morgan presses the barrel of the gun to Lady-Captain Morgan’s temple. She squeezes her one good eye shut and says, “Do it.” Then, just following orders, he pulls the trigger.
And now, now there is a pounding at my door.
To be continued…