THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 92
…“And what happened to Lois Lane?”
“You mean Sweet Polly Purebred,” Roy’s corrective cartoon analogy…
For Roy, sleep come mercifully quick; dreams not so sweet. —
He looks at the blood splattered wearable tech on his wrist, “Okay its 0630, even God rested on the seventh day.”
“It isn’t that you aren’t supposed to sleep sir, it’s that no one knew where you were, after what happened and all…”
“Francine I mean Miss Bouchette and I were taking a blow, she has left, I am here and New Mayflower is safely on its way to Mars, right my friend?”
“Last I heard it absolutely dusted the moon on the way by and Commander Stanley reports that spirits are high… except he was curious about what all the fire and explosions were.”
“Just a big-bang sendoff compliments of our friends from Korea and Talibanistan.” This guy still doesn’t know what Roy was talking about, as Sunday bleeds into Monday.
“Oh, by the way, Braden King checked in at 0600 and he would like you call him when you have time.”
“Time—so precious so fleeting and he seems to work through every second of it.”
Call him Double Duty King… and Roy is advised to answer any call, any time.
Roy brings himself into the flow of the daylight reality, tips his imaginary hat to the custodian and completes the circuit that sends his image and voice out to King Ranch, the finest 2500 acres this side of Venus.
Braden is waiting on his end of the 5×5 screen, “Is the Roy Crippen Action Hero?” He has seen the raw security video of the brouhaha early this morning. “And what happened to Lois Lane?”
“You mean Sweet Polly Purebred,” Roy’s corrective cartoon analogy; Superman’s girlfriend downgraded to Underdog’s poochie pal.
“OOOooo easy buddy, I just happened to see you protecting her from that copter-full of bad guys.”
“Don’t you dare act like nothing happened Crippen! That was the greatest footage ever, needs a title, like DIE HARD MARS.”
“Oh swell, we have real heroes waiting for us to pick them up and I am a candidate for the Medal of Honor, come on?”
“Leave your modesty behind in your office Roy, ‘cause right now you are the hottest thing going, every device on Earth has your image #1 on iTunes 10G,” in an instantaneous society, word travels at the speed-of-light. “Every network morning news show has been bugging me to get you to appear on their show and you can blame Sweet Polly for the pub. Missy Bouchette’s been on the air here in the Tri-county for two hours, giving her up-close-&-personal tale of intrigue, danger, and heroism.”
Roy does not respond; Braden cannot keep still….