Boiling Through Time The Tragedy. Sequel to The famed Hamlet

Salami on the Brain

The alien patrol ship of Monxor had been perusing over the snow covered lands the natives called "Denmark'' when the crew had picked up the aura of an entity in extreme distress. Upon further inspection they observed a shriveled organism curled into the fetal position of its species. It was leaking from five of its frontal orifices and the state of its aura was becoming more and more concerning. After only a few minutes of being within a relatively close proximity of the entity the Monxorians energy fields were drastically drained and the unanimous decision was made to intervene. The thing was brought onto the ship, poked with a stick a few times, scanned to determine its type of dialect and given a calming injection before it was woken up.

Horatio woke in a calm manner. Clean white light filled his eyes and he was reasonably unaffected by the startling sight of the eight foot tall Monxorians surrounding him. Their heads were thin and long, their limbs gangly and blue and their eyes reminded him of a praying mantis. But without much questioning he sat up, with his sorrow and fears momentarily forgotten he said hello. While Horatio didn't fully understand his current situation, he did understand it to be rather odd. Only growing stranger when the beings voices echoed through his mind though not the room.

"This is the planetary pratroler of Monxor. We noticed your state of distress while passing by and found it rather unsightly."

The Monxors scanned Horatio up and down a few times. He was completely coated in mud, his clothes torn, his once marvelous mustache and hair disheveled and the only clean spaces on his face were made from tears running down his cheeks.

"We noticed this because us Monxorians are what your species call empaths. What can we do to fix your distress?"

Horatio was reminded of his woes and he let out a sob making the Monxorians shrivel back slightly.

"There is nothing you can do for me now. The sands of time have been set and no man can undo what is already done."

"Time is your trouble?" they asked.

"And my foolishness. My Sweet Prince gone forever because of it." Horatio covered his face as snot and tears streamed down it.

The Monxorians glanced at each other conversing telepathically before reaching a conclusion.

"Fortunately for you, we are no man. We will help you, but be warned, the outcome you seek may not be the one you are granted."

Horatio smeared his snot along his soiled sleeve.

"How can you possibly help me?"

"A wormhole to another dimension will be made. In that place they guard the power of time walking. There you can win their leader's favor and be granted passage back to the time your love was alive. Then you may do as you had not, and your pitiful sorrow may end."

If Horatio was being honest with himself he wasn't completely following what was going on and he gained no clarity when the Monxorians dispersed throughout the cabin. Levers were being pulled, buttons pushed and finally he was prepped for the journey when they stuck a slice of salami on his forehead, draped a necklace made of pasta around his neck and fitted an inflatable tube around his midsection. Horatio was then stood up, shuffled to a wall until he was so close his nose and waist tube was touching it. He was just turning back to the crew to ask just what in god's name was going on, when their voices rang through his mind saying their good luck and farewells before he was given a hard smack to the back of the head. His face smacked into the wall and pain shot through his features. The thick slice of salami which had been stuck to his forehead was flattened out and meshing into his eyebrows and hairline. But when he opened his eyes, the white light of the ship was replaced by glittering swirls of orange and yellow, bubbles were floating all around him as he twisted and turned hurtling through a morphing tunnel. There was no up or down and when he tried to scream no sound came through, only an eruption of bubbles. The tunnel turned and Horatio began flying through it faster and faster. He caught a glimpse of his own body only to find he was just a collection of frightened bubbles held together by the inflatable tube. Then everything began getting hot and loud, the rush of much larger bubbles through him around. The tunnel was coming to an end and he was soon flung through the end of the tunnel being pushed by a large bubble. Air hit his skin and Horatio catapulted back into the world he could recognise. There was once again dimensions and depth and gravity. Gravity which took notice of him and he dropped him to the ground with a thud.