dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

Science of the west. Martial arts of the east. And aliens from above. What if there was something that tied in all three? This is a follow up novella to the short story, Remember. (Which means, in case you haven't read that yet, it would make a lot more sense if you read that first. ^_^)