Then he circled again.
He glanced at his watch. 4:45. His 4:13 was late. How many times does this happen a day?
How much longer could it go on? The bills were piling up and if appointments kept cancelling he’d soon be out of business.
It had only been his dream to help people. But none of the other ever trusted the shark who wanted to be a doctor.
She disconnected the heart and pulse monitors and smiled. “There,” she thought, “That’ll make them think I’ve gone.
Back in Moscow the sensors flatlined. Dr. Petruzhev turned to the rest of the crowd and sighed, “We have lost her. Laika is dead.”
She reached under her belly and slipped out the crude joystick she had fashioned out of plastic from her dish. She wriggled it into the hole near the center of the control panel to her left. Grasping the end in her mouth she twisted it slightly and smiled as she heard the external thrusters kick in. “Stupid Humans. If this was a one way trip, why put thrusters.” she laughed to herself.
Remembering what she had read in those star charts she kicked the ship 30 degrees to the west. Once turned she fired the external thrusters to full. She should make the dogstar in 23 hours.
The cave was just happy for the company. He hated being alone.
The cave had too much work to do and no time to do it in. Echoes needed to be reverberated, shadows needed to be created and stalagtites and stalagmites needed forming. Then there was the elephant and mouse problems. For weeks now the cave had been infested with an elephants and mice. Well, one elephant and one mouse. But when you’re a cave having anything living inside of you bigger than a spider, is an infestation. One elphant and one mouse was one too many!