Waterbury

I was lost, alone, and perfectly mad when the Emergency Evacsquad found me—in front of a burned-out strip mall, bopping along on a Hedstrom hopper that I’d looted from K-mart.

I had had a rough go of it having been sleepwalking at 0-hour. The Emergency Medsquad plucked me from a derailed subway car in my pajamas. They helped themselves to a kidney then dumped me in a leech-filled ditch in front of the hat museum. I busted in for a new set of clothes. Reportedly the kidney was for Tom Cruise, who’d been severely injured. He’d been unicycling when the bombs went off. 

Swoon.

None of that matters now, as I stand on the wharf in my tricorn hat holding a red balloon. I have scored a seat on the Evac. Portside, one the wing no less. Everyone wants a seat with a good view of the Milky Way.