Cosmic dust clouded Evie’s eyes as she turned toward Bill
entering the front door.
"Where’ve you been?" Her voice echoed into the
outer-reaches of space.
"I was out navigating forgotten time zones, but I got lonely."
Evie’s mind rotated along the shifting axis of forgetfulness.
"What?"
"Lonely," yelled Bill.
Tidal pools circled Evie’s mind, creating mental distortions of
vast magnitude.
"Bill?" Her head inclined at an invariable plane of 1.62
degrees to the ecliptic.
"Bill," she wailed as high-speed particles bridged the gap of
no return, "Billllllll?"
***
The doctor determined that Evie’s wave functions had been
fatally compromised.
"Sorry," he said.
"Lonely," cried Bill.
***
Through the warped lens of her mind, Evie viewed her own
funeral procession. As Bill leaned over her casket, she
whispered, "When space and time become one and your maximum and
minimum values are reduced to zero, then and only then will you
understand true loneliness."