"Where are we?"
Malum scowled.
"Oh, no. Don't tell me we're off somewhere mysterious again."
"Eee-yup!"
"I hate my life."
They weren't on the road at all- hell… they weren't even on Earth. At the moment, they seemed to be in a weird subspace, reality forming and condensing around them. Space seemed to whirl around, changing around and taking on new colours. Sitar music audibly played in the background- strange… since sitar music can't play in space… Oh well. It actually felt kind of like taking-
"Drugs. I know," Lobo said. "That's subspace for ya- weird and mysterious."
"Why aren't we heading for Jump?"
"We are. We're just taking our time."
"We don't HAVE the time, you idiot!" Malum growled. "You said Lewa is supposed to die in-" he counted his fingers- "six days!"
"Yeah, I know! That's why we're going through subspace!"
"How does it help?"
Lobo pulled out a ridiculously gigantic Swatch and handed it to the Malum. A date setting on the thing ticked as normal, but it was going… backwards? What?
"Subspace frags with time, bastich!" Lobo grinned. "Things don't progress linearly here. If I drive in the right direction, I'll frag the timeline up enough to null Lewa's death all together!"
"Are you an idiot?"
"Yep, and an angry little one at that! Hey, wake up your little buddy. We're getting to the fun part."
Malum frowned. "He's dead."
"Dead tired, you mean."
"No, he's not moving."
Lobo frowned. "Aaw, really? That's a shame. He shouldn't be missing this."
Malum frowned (again?) "Miss what-"