Hi Mary!
Time for another one?
Tempus still wasn’t used to the cold, here. Back in his younger days, he’d been through chilly weather and hadn’t minded; he’d even smugly thought that he had a great tolerance for the lower temperatures.
Tempus can handle 19°C, no sweat, huh?
Today, the wind bit deeply into his flesh like long teeth, piercing through the thick furs he wore, and the snowflakes landing on his cheeks and eyebrows felt warm as they melted on his skin.
Oh, *real* cold.
Come to think, it was unseasonably warm, today.
A balmy -7°C.
He took off his helmet, brushing some of the snow from it and pausing to admire the large horns on either side.
Visiting with the wildlings north of the Wall?
Finally, a sled-like object materialized in the woods. Tempus recognized its occupants immediately.
Santa!
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/squints/
He raised a hand for his companions to stand down.
Oh, Harvey, the giant white rabbit. So, are the helmet and horns made of plastic and the smith is a toy store clerk?
“And What’s-her-name, Lassie!”
Ah, no. So Harv is not the companion but the guy in the Santa hat.
Herb glared. “Tempus! What have you done this time? Where is Mister Kent?!”
I believe it’s called temporal fugue. Not to be mistaken with temporal fungus.
Me and the boys were just about to go sailing; want to come with? We’ll be dropping in on some of your ancestors!
Awwww, Vikings. Linisfarne.
“Please,” Lassie spoke up, “if you really don’t care about this Superman guy anymore, can’t you just tell us where he is?”
Alt-Alt-Lois?
“Herb, the only havoc I’m planning to attempt is at Linisfarne,” Tempus said. “This is it. I’m retiring. This place is *my* utopia!”
Oh, sweet naïve Herb; how Tempus almost missed him. “Herb, not only will I give my word, but I’ll even keep it this time!”
Oh, murders all the English, that means no United States. Means no Lois. No Superman. No Utopia.
Mr. Wells is going to have his peacekeeper friends come down on you like a hammer!”
No, the Viking ones. From this universe. They still blood eagle in the 24th century here.
“When I first got here with the little Super-brat, we made some new friends and I ended up just dumping the kid on some girl. Pretty sure her name was Ingrid.”
That’s a novel way to leave a woman with child.
Herb and Loofah exchanged a look.
You had a *lot* of fun with the names, didn’t you?
“Er, Father? Did you just send those strangers to ask for the King?”
Although, this is a good way to discover nature vs nurture. And what will Loofah say when she finds him in bed with Roomba and Hoover?
no. Nonononono. No.
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Can I have some more, pweeese?
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He could end up acting a bit like Thor at the beginning of the first movie, all pompus, arogant and selfrightcous.
Oooh, yes.
Michael
