According to this box of tricks we have a little less than an hour
until we impact with the moon and despite some inital ranting and
raving from Mr. Barbicane (which was soon dealt with thanks to a
vicious right hook from Passepartout and the tail of my jacket) we are
all settling down wondering what to do. I've been hugging my son and
the whole time he's been looking at me with an expression of "I didn't
mean to do anything!" and every time I have been consoling him saying
it wasn't his fault.
I'm sorry, but did everyone feel that? It felt that we've been captured
by something. Passepartout, have a look out of the window. What? A blue
box. It can't be??? Gentlemen, give thanks to my old friend Doctor
Smith. Do not ask me how he is doing it, but he appears to be slowing
our rate of descent down so that we are still going to impact but at
only 1% of the speed of sound, but we are not out of the wood yet, it's
going to be quite a bumpy landing I fear.
BRACE FOR IMPACT, GENTLEMEN
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Posted By Harry Hayfield to The Blog of Phileas Fogg: 1883 onwards on
7/20/2009 10:51:00 PM
Received on Tue 21 Jul 2009 - 01:06:55 IDT