He thought about Back as he lay on his back and she turned her back to him.
“Where are we on The Moon again?” she asked dreamily while studying, lingering effects of the box.
George/Musician sighs. “We’re not *on* The Moon, Shelley. We’re in… Mortons Gap. I think. At least the Ant Castle, old style, is playing on a continual loop on our TV over there.” Ropes, George/Musician thought. Aah the good old days when marriage meant something and everyone knew their place. He sat up.
Back ruined all that, pheh. Better get back to it while I have time. 7:04AM. Soon it will be 5.
Yeah, there it is. Too late. Next! (as Wheeler might say)