This edition of PFTP is going to be a little different, as I didn’t actually publish any posts last February. Instead of the usual countdown of the best posts, I’m going to explain to you where I was.
You probably know all about my life as an agent of Sherby57 – if you don’t, then have a look through some of the posts, here. In short, we are a secret society that is tasked with maintaining the fabric of reality in this particular universe. Since this is a secret society, I’d ask you not to mention it to anyone.
Anyway, each universe has its own trans-dimensional lighthouse, where someone has to sit and watch for any fluctuations in the space-time continuum. It’s as unwanted a task as jury duty, so I was dismayed when last February happened to be my turn on the rota. It was allegedly only going to last a month, and I luckily got the shortest month, but 28 days sat in a pulsating energy pod is not my idea of fun. I almost hoped for some kind of apocalyptic event to give me something to do.
Anyway, I packed a lot of books and a few jazz mags and resigned myself to life in the pod. It was as boring as you would imagine, sat, day after day, literally staring into the abyss. As time ticked on, it looked like the month was going to pass by completely uneventfully.
Then, just as I was about to go home, typically, something happened that meant that I couldn’t. Since most of this adventure happened in March, I’ll tell you all about it next month.
