The universe is big, its vast and complicated, and ridiculous.
And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
And that's the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me.
I'll be a story in your head. That's okay.
We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? 'Cause it was, you know. It was the best.
The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it.
I was always going to take it back.
It's a funny thing about stories.
It doesn't feel like you make them up, more like you find them.
You type and type and you know you haven't got it yet, because somewhere out there, there's that perfect thing -- the unexpected ending that was always going to happen.
That place you've always been heading for, but never expected to go.