The miserable British rain ambled down my

The miserable British rain ambled down my window pane without enthusiasm. As I looked out onto the street, an ambulance whizzed past, shrieking at the top of it's voice. "Damn,

my baby was nearly asleep!" yelled a chubby pear-shaped woman, waddling through the rain with a pram. Just as the ambulance sirens faded, I could hear the crying baby. I took a sip

from the sippy cup I had just yanked out of her baby's fat fingers & realized that this was likely the reason he was bawling. But seriously, what kind of mother gives her baby gin?

I thought about this while drinking the rest of the gin out of the sippy cup. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks--the baby's diaper was dirty. All I had was a wet wipe and

pink comb found on a sidewalk in a 1983 San Diego down by the railroad tracks just off downtown where there now stands a Spaghetti Factory with valet parking. Not back then though.

Back then you could count on combs to be black, just black. None of these fancy-pants comb colors we have now. Raymond pulled up his bootstraps and entered the Time Machine

As scheduled. Dr. Who was to meet him in 1929. They arrived on Wall Street the moment the stock market crashed and people jumped out of windows. Raymond was struck by the feeling

of love. The Doctor looked beautiful in the cold morning air. As civilians screamed and ran around haphazardly, the Doctor's long, luxurious hair flowed in the wind and Raymond

sighed. The chaos...the destruction...all this crumbling beauty and terror unfolded and melted before their eyes. There was nowhere else that the Doctor or Raymond would rather be.

The problem was this: Raymond was called upon by an unknown deity to cross the residues of the despair and find peace without the Doctor. Knowing this, the doctor