Except for her dog, Bessie sits alone on the cliff, dangling her legs over the edge in the night sky. She sips on a Hector’s Nectar, contemplating the universe. Nearby, Angel Jigjag examines passes for the Sacred Telescope being presented to him by a middle-aged couple. By their outdoorsy appearance and apparel, one would imagine their previous lives to be that of scientists living in the outer reaches of the earth, studying wildlife or rock formations.
“They really are going to look at the stars,” Bessie remarks to Mouser. “Don’t know what they’re missing.” Taking a loud slurp, she drains her can.
She leans completely back onto the ground and reaches her arms out over her head, feeling the bits of grass tickle her bare skin. In this position, she can see nothing but the starry sky. With
