Last month I revealed that I had been sealed in an inter-dimensional pod for a month and just when I was about to go home, something happened. Well, this is where I tell you what happened.
I was just about to pack my bags and hop back home when the alarm went off. It’s quite an old school alarm – red flashing siren, klaxon noise, smell of Febreze etc – and I shot to attention like some kind of crazy soldier. After checking the myriad of monitors I discovered a huge pregnant universe on a direct collision course with several different planes of existence. Universes tend to go a bit mental when they’re expecting. I think it’s something to do with cosmic hormones.
Anyway, this clearly fell within my remit and so I grumpily jumped on my trans-dimensional scooter and headed for action. If you can call it action. A pregnant universe is pretty slow moving. Well, not exactly. It’s actually not moving at all. Which totally contradicts the whole ‘collision course’ element of danger that I introduced earlier. It’s actually very difficult to explain if you’ve never actually visited tran-dimensional space. You’re just going to have to trust me on this.
Anyway, the important thing to note is that it was all very important and had the potential to bring all of reality crashing down on top of us. Literally.
Now, there’s not exactly a text book for dealing with rogue pregnant universes so I had to improvise. This consisted of a few weeks of titting about, to be honest, because I didn’t have a clue what to do. In the end, I ran out of ideas and decided to just fly straight into her. That’s when all the trouble started.
I’ll tell you all about it next month.
