Day 24, and it’s the turn of the Nineteen Galaxies’ premier couple…. This one was actually an easy story to think up (the plot anyway), and I wanted to show some of the interplay between them rather than just the crises they used to fall into like Han and Leia Solo.  Cover your eyes Dana….


December 4007ad.

She woke up alone.

The bed was empty, although the deep impression of his body was still in the mattress.  She could still smell him in the sheets.  Their sheets, she thought.  It was both of theirs.  Half-and-half.  Until death do they part.

Last night had been their wedding night.

And what a night it had been.

She felt and fuzzy thinking about it.

Smells wafted in from the living area, and she pulled the sheet around her naked form, cinching it tight to her, almost wrapping it around her three times like a sausage roll.

It smelt wonderful, like something out of her childhood.

“Come on in,” a deep voice said with amusement.

Polly Jenkins… no, Polly Caine, blushed bright red and stepped out of the bedroom.

“How could you possibly know I was there?”

Her husband, Adam, grinned at her through his neatly groomed beard.

“I know everything,” he said with a wink.

“You’re not a Jedi,” she pointed out in her Iowa drawl.  “You may look like Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

He chuckled, and she knew she had found a nickname for him.

He could see it on her face as well.

He was cooking something, a talent among many that he kept hidden.  Whatever it was, it smelled mouth-watering.

“Since Evelyn is staying with M’Der on the Red Stallion, I thought a fried breakfast would be in order.  Would that be to your liking Mrs. Caine?”

She giggled and nodded.  “It certainly would Mr. Caine.”

“Are you alright?”

She looked at him curiously.  “Alright?  Why wouldn’t I be?  I married my soulmate, the man of my dreams.  I’m far more than alright.”  She sat down at the little table, noting the cutlery and crockery.  There was something familiar about it all even down to the holographic news articles that flashed to life on the digipads on the table.

“You don’t recognise them?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I managed to buy some of this stuff a few months ago.  All these plates and cutlery, and the news articles are all the same as the ones when I took you to Fayde city before coming here for the first time.”

Tears welled up in her eyes.

He knelt beside her, taking her hands in his own massive paws.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” she smiled back.  She pushed him away, talking in a false drill sergeant voice.  “Get on with the breakfast, Mister Caine. It is our first as a married couple after all.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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