… Spaceman Spliff 1986 to 2061

“Spliff! You have to pull up!” Sharon declared in stridently histrionic tone over the vhf radiolactic.

“I can’t Shazza! If I do the world is doomed. We knew going in my chances of getting out of this were Buckleys and none!”

“But Spliff! I love you.” Sharon pressed.

“Yep,” Spliff agreed with his jaw set grimly, facing Haley’s comet straight in its cold merciless face. “Alright you pockmarked earth killer! Here we go! Just you and me. Let’s do this. Let’s both give earth another seventy five years before we…” He pulled his velichair straps tighter as the parsec confabulatrix blared an alarm klaxxon. “This is not goo-” Spliff cried as the inertial compensators bent time, freezing it solid.

Spliffs chronologically zeroed spaceship imbedded itself squarely in the comet, the ships time freeze nudging the comets elliptical orbit ever so slightly, just enough to avoid its apocalyptic collision with earth.

But his ship was frozen. And so was Spliff! Hurtling away from earth. Lost. For 75 years at least. Perhaps more.

“Splifffffff!” Sharon cried in despair. “Oh Spliff!!!!”

But the gallant Speceman Spliff couldn’t hear. Wouldn’t hear. Not for three quarters of a century. He was frozen in space and time.