She's getting better ( Read more... )

Arthur's taken to sleeping on the sofa these days, so as not to disturb anyone. Though honestly, there isn't a lot of sleeping involved. The flat is dark and quiet, though Kenna stubbornly lays by his feet.
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a messAfter a long while, ( Read more... )

The night is clear and the sky is beautiful as Arthur paces by the shore of the lake. The baby Perfectly Normal Beast, as yet still nameless, grazes dociley nearby.

Arthur's sitting on the sofa, contemplating the state of the suite.

It's far too quiet.

There's a piece of paper on the coffee table with a short list of names written on it.

Alanna of Trebond
Trillian Astra
Mark Cohen
Zaphod Beeblebrox

This last one is scribbled out and rewritten a few times.

As expected, a small herd of Perfectly Normal Beasts is now grazing placidly around the lake, their migration apparently complete. They're large, hairy quadrapeds of the bovine variety, but despite their rather immense bodies and sharp hooves, they don't seem to pose any danger at all ( Read more... )

( Excerpt from Mostly Harmless. I didn't write it. - GJ )