Welcome back to Drabble Wednesday and the second to last entry in the Time Sheep story for The Flying Monkey Genetic Laboratories Saga. I’ll be wrapping up this adventure next week (unless I forget again) and then I’ll be returning to Frankie and Joni for a sequel to the Zombie Cows with a Zombie Penguin Apocalypse (you can blame that one on Joshua Pantalleresco).
And now on with the stories…
On The Lamb
“How does this keep getting worse?” Dr. Stein whined in Tracy’s ear as they crouched in an alley out of breath. “We’re rid of Dickens, but now we have the London constabulary after us.”
“Well, you can’t blame them for thinking we abducted the poor man. Especially after you started rambling about ninjas and man-eating sheep. They probably think we’ve escaped from Bedlam.” Tracy peered down the alley. “But I think we lost them. If we just lay low we—”
A flash of blue light swallowed her words and the trio vanished… to reappear floating in a black void.
“It can’t be! It can’t be! I want to go home!” Dr. Stein screamed and thrashed, gyrating like an out of control top, until the smack of Tracy’s palm hitting his cheek shocked him out of his panic.
Her voice cut across his whimpers, “Where are we?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, but it’s a bad, bad place. I think we’re between dimensions. Lost in time. Clinging to the nameless void of infinity and entropy, trapped in the space between worlds or universes, caught in the dead space betwixt—”
“Okay, okay, I get it, we’re stuck here. But why?”
Ground Control to the Time Travellers
“Can you hear us?”
“Is that God?” Dr. Stein looked up.
“No, it’s coming from the sheep.” Tracy pulled back Debbie’s wool and stared at the red blinking light on a collar.
Dr. Stein looked over her shoulder. “Was the sheep always wearing that?” Tracy shrugged.
“Can you hear us?” The voice repeated itself and Tracy answered, “Yes! We hear you.”
“Oh, excellent. This is the Flying Monkey Time Institute. I take it the experiment worked? We directed you into the void?”
“I guess. Looks like a void to me, anyway. Stein thinks so too.”
“Then stand by for extraction…”