Star Date #17

Actually no. Kidding! I cut my finger on a thing in Baba’s kitchen next morning that I touched while trying to get to a fork. A whole universe full of honest, kind, supreme superbeings and they still had their cutlery in a bigger mess than I have. But that’s about all the bloodshed in this one.

I don’t wanna say like I won’t like kill anyone. But whole planets of warrior beings coming to destroy life on the other side of the milky way? No, we’ve seen that too much right?

I had yet to find out if all of the universes were benign. But I could safely say, as the writer, that we had landed in a pretty cuddly corner of the universe-dimension-space-time-frame thingy.

Or whatever.

After breakfast we prepared for our mission. That’s to say we put on all our original clothes that Baba had washed for us, so we would look like regular earthlings and not a bunch of rookie space travellers coming to seek a fellow sailor, pilgrim, hiker, drifter. I don’t know what our status was in this universe at this point. But I was willing to go on a little quest for which the girl and I where the absolute perfect specimens. Made, nay, bred to have been walking around on earth looking like regular people. At least in Amsterdam. Everywhere else I look like a tourist really, I wonder how I looked in this universe? Not real good I’d imagine. Though she seemed to like me.

And after that profound inner monologue we both stepped through the portal back on our planet.

Right in the middle of the fucking street. Baba had his aim a little off and we landed in one of the busiest cross sections of Amsterdam with all kind of hurried bastards behind the wheel, ready to run us over. Crazy fucking fuckers. God I love them.

We picked up the guy almost immediately.

He was seated outside a café next to the bowling alley. In a leather type jacket, sunglasses on. Looking very masculine, albeit a little burning manny.

We ran over to him and when he saw the ball he took of his glasses and looked at us like he couldn’t believe it.

And we looked straight back the same way because Baba had forgotten to mention something.