Chapter Twenty-One, Part Three: Carpenters and LadiesMature

“TIME LORD!” The cry bubbles up backward out of his head, after oozing through his vertebrae and brain stem, tumbling out of his mouth like the bloody expatriate let spewed from the lips of chest puncture victims.                                                           

Without looking down, Jack punches buttons on his wrist strap, entering a sequence of numbers that will tell the strap’s microcomputer to daisy chain Benjamin’s Pagoda. 

As he disappears into the vortex, he realizes that he’s never hated green more.

The End

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