Memoirs of a Timelord (32 page)

       By trial and error, I finally found myself standing on the lawn of my own house, the day after I died.  It felt odd; the sun still shone, cars passed by, children played.  It was as if nothing had happened.  While my death had been a paramount event in my life, the world had continued on nonetheless.  It was just strange to know that at that very moment, somewhere in a funeral parlor they were preparing my emaciated body for cremation.  I had thought long and hard about how I wanted to come home, and none of it involved leaving my girl an orphan.

       Zipping back less than 24 hours, I was there, in the very room where it had all started, though it sure as hell didn't look that way to me at the time.  There I lay in bed, learning the final lessons of life before I passed beyond this realm of existence.  With my new eyes I can see her vitals begin to plunge as we gasped our last breaths.  Within a few seconds I am dead. 

       I see the Boss there, his finger extended as he prepares to harvest the corpse in the bed.  He looks up at me as soon as I halt time around us.  DorLek has a strange look on his face, as I suppose I do too.  While he is meeting me for the first time, I am seeing him for the last time.  

       "Have you decided how to resume in this world?" He asked me, knowing that it was my domain now.

       I pointed to the form in the bed without saying a word.  He knew what I meant.  With a flash of light, I felt him pull me into his thumb drive before swapping me for my former self.  

       With a gasp I finally opened my eyes as agony coursed through my body.  While I was never particularly masochistic, the pain felt good because it told me I was back.  I was there in that sweaty, awful bed again, but this time I wasn't going to die.  I was gonna live, and I was gonna get better, and above all I was gonna raise my daughter.  Sure, I'd still keep my day job as an Editor, I'd be crazy to give that up.  Not that the Guf would let me; Sluggo had been chatting up a storm since I got back.  Apparently he missed me.  Naw, I'd slip right back into my old life, drop my girl off at school every morning in my suburbanite minivan, then like a super powered heroine, I'd dart off to make the galaxy a better place to live.  Home in time to help my daughter with her homework.

       But after 187 years of training and Residency, I figured I'd earned a small vacation.  As I wrapped my arms around my daughter for the first time in almost two centuries, I decided Sluggo could wait.  Momma needed some down time with her baby girl.  Besides, the Milky Way Galaxy wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

       

       

       

       

       

       

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