Chapter EPILOGUE
The sun blazed down on the beach front, as the ocean reflected the light making it dance like crystals on the water. An old, shapely man, in a white coat and jelly sandals, sat in a deck chair sipping his fruity cocktail. His wild hair had been tamed by braids, which extended through to his beard. As he reclined, sunning himself, an old, orange alien walked toward him across the sands. He neared the chair beside his, and sat down.
“I wasn’t able to deliver your message, but your young friend did come through for everyone,” the orange alien said.
“That’s ok,” said the first man, “I managed to get through to him. He’s a charming and remarkable young gentleman, once you get to know him.”
“I’ll take your word for that,” said the second man, “so what’s next for him, Professor?”
“You know,” said the Professor, smiling, “I haven’t the faintest idea and it feels great. I intend to enjoy it before the novelty wears off.”
The orange alien stared at him; “I moved a planet through the fabric of reality, losing my life’s work in the process, all so you could feel a new sensation?”
“Oh, Philbin,” the Professor replied, “you always miss the point. Extract the extension from your lower abdomen for once. I have ordered you a delicious drink. Sit with me a while, won’t you.”
Philbin sat back and groaned. A Veasien waitress approached them and handed him a drink. He eyed it cynically. The professor saw his apprehension and smiled; “What’s the matter, old chap,” he asked, “don’t you like ‘smoothies’?”
THE END.
The crew of the Bessie Fontaine will return in;
The Currently Untitled Sequel:
Vol. 2 of the 3K Chronicles.
Coming Early 2017…