Billies Seasonal Weather Anomalies

|| Three ||

My drive to Coles is a noisy one. And no, I'm not talking about the kind of noisy where you've got some crazy passenger who insists on yapping away while the radio's on full blast. I'm talking about the kind where you've got no passengers, no sound actually emanating from the inside of the car itself. Rather all your little voices that've taken up residence in your subconscious have emerged for a full-scale red-alert conference.

He's obviously lying.

Oh nah duh.

Nope. He was telling the truth. Besides, it makes sense doesn't it?

The sun! Our precious baby's gonna die!

Shut your gob and stop panicking!

We're gonna die! Diieeee!!!

When I do finally get to my destination, sprinting would be a good description for my mad flap towards the candy aisle. Chocolate. The only way to soothe a good old fashioned freak-out is your favourite flavour of chocolate. It's the best way, if you ask me.

I grab a couple of blocks, (something tells me I'm gonna need them), whip out my pay card to quickly tap off the money I owe, then I'm rushing back home again to order a couple of greasy pizzas. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

One of my neighbours is taking an awfully long time to check her mail box. I think she wants to continue our conversation on how to properly diet a fat fish that we were having earlier, but I don't stop to chat. I chuck her a wave, shout a quick, "evening!" Then tear open my chocolate bar. I figure it's not going to really matter if I plonk on a couple of calories for this worthy cause as panic-induced adrenaline burns them down pretty quick.

For Bradley's part, he actually handled my loud choice of words directed at him, Bill and their mastermind plan, surprisingly well. I apologised to him at five when I got off work. He said it was okay, just to be more mentally stable in a week when we'll meet Bill face-to-face on Arth. I've gotta admit, I'm sort of excited for it. Then again, who wouldn't be? I'm going to a different Earth that's really similar! Or Arth, whatever.

I flop onto my comfiest couch and switch on the TV implanted into the wall. Bradley's right though. Without Billies Anomalies, the world would be a much dangerous place. But is destroying our sun and stealing another the right way to go? Even if we did manage to pull it off, how in the world would we explain where we got the sun from? We teleported it from another galaxy? At least Arth won't be in too much trouble. A longer night that's basically the same length as ours. All the insomniacs will thank us.

I sigh and tear out another chunk of chocolate with my teeth. To make matters worse, I'm still not a hundred percent convinced Bradley's telling the truth. It doesn't really matter I suppose. I'm meant to be visiting the place soon. That should solve that problem, one way or another. As for the sun, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

I hope.