Saturday, July 24, 2004
The story continues…
...he collapsed again and landed on a cat. The cat scratched at his limp body ripping open a major artery in his neck. Naomi wanted to do something, but she knew that would distort something-or-other in space-time. That, and she was afraid of blood. Bob was rushed to the hospital. Odd...it seemed like everything they were about to have the chance to talk, Bob collapsed. Naomi ordered a Chai Tea (forgetting she couldn’t pay for it) and ran. She knew there was only one place to land - somewhere where she would be able send a message to her alien friends. On the way there a cop with green hair stopped her and said “Where are you going and what are you doing?”
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