Star Date #20

‘I was sitting at my little corner café. The one I’d gotten so used to these past few hours.

I’d lost my Hopper stumbling down a portalhole and when I looked round the sucker’d been closed on me.

Probably bumped his ass on the ground and reset.

Since time on this earth moved relatively slower to that on the planet I’d just left I knew it could only be a few minutes before Baba would come and get me. I’d show’d him the thing often enough.

A few minutes in he appeared right in the middle of the street. Cars musta spooked him because he jumped right back through and closed back up again. I don’t think anyone even noticed it, only was a split second.

From there on out I didn’t see him again, figured he must have opened it somewhere safer, and figured I would come and look. But I figured I could probably outlast him here because of the timeflow difference.

He’d grow tired of that game way before I would and that would just force him to muster up the balls to come out again in the light of day. That or send somebody else.

Didn’t figure it was gonna be you.’

Yeah, you and me both, I snapped back. He looked like me, but he sure talked a little bit more like a cowboy.

Was he putting up some weird, cool, front?

Whatever it was, it was working. Because I could see my girl eyeing him up and down and up again.

And he didn’t mind, goddammit.