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Epilogue
Percy smiled as he gazed into the reddish toy in his hands. He 
gurgled a bit to himself as he thought of all the great adventures his 
friends had experienced. 
The tremendous tot thought of the Professor and his friend Cicio
lina. He beamed brightly as he recalled the good things they did for 
him, and for lots of other people. It was fortunate that the two of 
them got together (quite literally!). They seemed to be doing just 
fine.
Still, he couldn't help but feel bad about the bored woman and 
her friend. It's too bad that she couldn't be happy. Percy had always 
wanted her to be happy. And after all the journeys they had taken! Oh 
well. Maybe if he were to do it again, he'd let her have children, and 
have a child just like him to look after! Surely that would keep her 
feeling busy and useful. It seems Nile got along okay. He got to 
travel and such. He wasn't always as nice to Percy as he could have 
been, but that really wasn't such a big deal. It gave Nile something 
to do.
With one sausage-like digit, he shut the tiny lid on the red toy 
and after a lot of work, got up on his stubby, stump-like legs. He 
stretched his long arms, and strolled around on the expansive meadow. 
He so loved green grass, and a spacious, sapphire sky. He gazed heav
enward, watching the clouds pooling and separating. "That would be the 
color of my mother's eyes. --If I had one," he thought.
He waddled over to a patch of ruddy poppies: a swath of fire on a 
rolling, emerald dune. "I like the red ones the best." He reached down 
with his ape-like hand and roughly picked a bundle. He raised them to 
his flaring nostrils and drew in the sweet fumes. He shut his eyes, 
and smiled to the end of his cheeks' capacity.
The yellow orb in the sky was drawing down into the hills on the 
horizon. The blue ceiling went fleeing away, chased off by the scarlet 
radiance of the parting sun. He shifted his weight backwards, and let 
his legs slip out from underneath him. He let the momentum carry his 
head back onto the ground, until he was fully reclined, staring at the 
crimson sky, traced with tendrils of golden wisps. Aside from the 
substantial tremors caused from him sitting down, the only way that a 
distant observer could tell what was happening was to see the head go 
down. It seemed to slide upon a bulbous globe of fat and flesh. He was 
still the same height lying as he was sitting, and there were still 
the same amount of appendages sticking out in odd places.
The babe's eyes gradually fell shut, enormous lids sliding over 
glistening globes. He anticipated that the sky would soon go dark, and 
he would rest peacefully until morning, when there would be other 
galaxies to create.
It's a pity he didn't look up for a moment longer into that sky. 
It never went dark. It never did. Instead, a squarish section of the 
stratosphere was pulled aside to reveal a pair of brilliant sapphire 
eyes. They were well set in a gentle face and framed with silken 
strands of golden hair.
"The best distance between two points is a fullish circle."
J.D. Salinger
     "The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line, 
but it is not always the most interesting."
John Pertwee 
Doctor Who