I was away too long.
On a routine excursion with my employer, Mr. Smythe, we became separated. I found myself in a strange land – filled with clean air (yikes!) and vivid colors. The smells were vibrant and stung my nose. My body had changed. I was larger, much larger – a giant. I wandered this way for months until it seemed as if my life in Babbage had been only a dream.
Dreaming. I found that I could not dream. My nights were filled with darkness – my mind void of the vivid imagery that once took me to lands undiscovered.
I had nearly resigned myself to a life without smog, without dreams, without furries (!) and without time machines – when one night a voice came in my sleep. A whip. A whisper. My Doctor’s voice beckoning me back.
“June. June – come back. You must only open your eyes and see.”
My eyes flew open. I was lying on my back on the time machine’s floor. I was myself again. He told me I had been wandering the time machine’s many rooms for months – rambling to myself – when I had eventually collapsed.
I asked him to take me home at once. When we landed, we took a tumble down a hill – my house was gone.
I discovered my land had recently been sold to an Elvin farmer (not Mr. Tenk’s fault, he had tried to get a hold of me) – my house leveled.
I have taken up residence at Mr. Mornington’s Brunel Hall as I have done many times in the past. I will eventually look for new land – when I am ready to rebuild. For now, Brunel Hall more than satisfies my need for a living space.
I am glad to be back.
Never…NEVER trust a timelord called “The Doctor”…
…thats of course if timelords exist…which they dont…*cough*
GRINS
On behalf of the Sothron Tesla Society, as their local agent, and especially for their supernumerary, and my research assistant, Pilipo Underwood, who reported with much alarm and consternation when your house was razed, welcome back to New Babbage, Mss Forsythe!
Thank you Mr. Valeska – give my regards to my dear Mr. Underwood.