I can't decide if this relationship ended a week ago, or has been over for literally hundreds of millions of years. I had a job recently, I was a time traveller's assistant. I took it because it sounded interesting and probably was going to be nothing more than getting paid to listen to some crazy guy talk. Turned out, he was the realio-dealio, and on day one of my new job, I was somewhere deep in the prehistoric past. The good time traveller was out to prove that man did coexist and fight dinosaurs like those awesome old movies. Turned out once again, the good fellow was correct. Now he had given me a whole list of do's and dont's for the aspiring time traveller and he sent me off to gather samples (mostly pictures, some plants). Then there was the dinosaur, all that running and screaming, and then, Jessica! Wham! Bam, put the T-rex in a can! It was love at first rescue (there were eight more, apparently I'm a positive carnivorous dinosaur magnet). It was on my third week, that the good time traveller discovered that I'd been breaking all his rules, not working and just hanging out with Jessica and some cool monkeys she knew pretty well. I got fired, now she's a hundred million years away. I got blacklisted from some time police, so...I guess things are over...sigh...
She really was nice...
So, so, so far away now...
sigh...