My-Doctor

The woods are deep and dark, night has descended upon this planet. “Woods,” exclaims Catherine. “We’re always in woodlands, I swear, first it was Gameworld Gamma, then Shallana, and it just keeps going.” “Oh hush, I thought you’d feel better after I got us behind stage to meet David Bowie.” “I still can’t believe it.” “What? That we met him?” asks Artist as leaves crumple underfoot. “No, that he had an alien inside his stomach.” “Hitchhiker, that’s what they’re called. It’s not like it hurt him.” “You cut it out