A/N: This is sort of a prequel to another story I'm eventually going to write. Anyway, it involves some random musings in space-just after Arthur and Ford are thrown out of the airlock on the Vogon ship.
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So this really was it-they were going to die. This wasn't how Arthur had expected it to happen, being asphyxiated in space after getting thrown off of a Vogon spaceship, but nothing seemed to be making much sense right now. Why was he here anyway, other than the fact that the airlock door had been opened? Oh yes, Ford. He was the reason they were both going to die now rather than fifteen minutes ago when the Earth was demolished. If Arthur could have sighed at this moment in time, he would have. First his house, and now the whole planet. This was definitely the worst Thursday he had ever experienced.
Funny, he should have been panicking right now, but he had been doing so for a while, up until the door whooshed open, and he was simply too tired. His head was swimming, but he wasn't quite sure whether it was the remnants of this morning's hangover or if he was just beginning to die. Maybe it was the fish in his ear. A lot of help that thing had been. The Vogon captain's poetry probably would have sounded better as garbled mush. At least then it would have been indecipherable garbled mush.
What had he been thinking about? Oh, right, Ford. Strange, how out of all the people on the earth, Ford had chosen to save him. Strange, especially since Ford usually kept complaining about how dense Arthur was. Very strange indeed. Arthur wished he could ask Ford about that, but he couldn't though, seeing as they were both going to die.
They did not die, however. They were rescued just in time by a passing spaceship, which (as they both would find out later) just happened to be the Starship Heart of Gold, which was, at the time, running its Infinite Improbability Drive. So, Arthur did not get to ask Ford about the things he had been wondering about (while supposedly about to die) until some time later.
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That, unfortunately, is a different story.
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So this really was it-they were going to die. This wasn't how Arthur had expected it to happen, being asphyxiated in space after getting thrown off of a Vogon spaceship, but nothing seemed to be making much sense right now. Why was he here anyway, other than the fact that the airlock door had been opened? Oh yes, Ford. He was the reason they were both going to die now rather than fifteen minutes ago when the Earth was demolished. If Arthur could have sighed at this moment in time, he would have. First his house, and now the whole planet. This was definitely the worst Thursday he had ever experienced.
Funny, he should have been panicking right now, but he had been doing so for a while, up until the door whooshed open, and he was simply too tired. His head was swimming, but he wasn't quite sure whether it was the remnants of this morning's hangover or if he was just beginning to die. Maybe it was the fish in his ear. A lot of help that thing had been. The Vogon captain's poetry probably would have sounded better as garbled mush. At least then it would have been indecipherable garbled mush.
What had he been thinking about? Oh, right, Ford. Strange, how out of all the people on the earth, Ford had chosen to save him. Strange, especially since Ford usually kept complaining about how dense Arthur was. Very strange indeed. Arthur wished he could ask Ford about that, but he couldn't though, seeing as they were both going to die.
They did not die, however. They were rescued just in time by a passing spaceship, which (as they both would find out later) just happened to be the Starship Heart of Gold, which was, at the time, running its Infinite Improbability Drive. So, Arthur did not get to ask Ford about the things he had been wondering about (while supposedly about to die) until some time later.
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That, unfortunately, is a different story.