Time is An Illusion, Lunchtime Doubly So

by John Matthew Chanaud

This book was written in 2008, right before it was announced that Eoin Colfer was writing "And Another Thing." At the time, I figured Arthur, Ford, Random, Marvin and both Trillians were dead. So I decided to write for the one remaining Earthling.

17. Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Slartibartfast stepped out of his ship into the cold night air. He pulled his robes around him tightly against the chill. He surveyed the landscape around him. Right on target. It was a planet he had only been to once before. A planet he had even helped to design, long, long ago. Ten million years ago in fact. But then this wasn't actually the exact same one on which he had worked. This was a parallel version of that planet. So did that mean that it really wasn't his? Did he not deserve credit for the lovely fjords? Or was there some parallel version of Slartibartfast who had made this Norway?

It didn't really matter. He was just here for a quick errand. He had come back in time a couple of years, to a time shortly before this version of the Earth was to be destroyed by the Grebulons. Everyone on it would be dead in the next day or so.

Or... almost everyone.

He walked down the quiet roadside of Cottington and up to a house at the end of the lane. He cleared his throat and knocked on the door. There was a pause. A few moments later the porch light clicked on, and the front door opened. He looked into a pair of familiar eyes. The familiar eyes looked back at him without returning the familiarity. "Can I help you?"

"Hello, Earth man."