That’s right. After sending me on a wild goose chase that would have given Sam and Frodo a run for their money, Zilla returned this morning.
She’s been snoozing since eight, but I suspect I’ll get an answer as to her whereabouts later this afternoon.
Here’s what I know:
-She’s wearing parachute pants that are neither worn out enough to be vintage, nor from this decade. I suspect foul-play with that busted up time machine of mine. It would also explain the armor on her right arm, which is either from a Gladiator television prop chest, or the real-deal.
-Her passport has stamps from various countries, including a short-stint in Pakistan earlier this year, which I can assure you-I have some questions about….
-She appears to have acquired real-estate, scuba, skydiving, pilot, taxi, and rickshaw licenses. Two of which expired in the late nineties. One of them appears to have expired at some point in the early 16th century, but the bite marks make it hard to tell for certain.
-She has a tattoo indicating a romance has transpired between herself and what appears to be a mythical creature yet to be identified.
-Her backpack has sandwich wrappers from at least five different airports. There is also an unopened bottle of pickles inside.
-I can’t be certain, but I think she’s lost weight.
-Her journal is hard for me to read (those twiggy branch fingers of hers to blame), but it seems she has either won the lottery in the past, is planning to do so in the future, or has drawn up an assassination plan for JJ Abrams.
I’m going to be having long chats with her in the upcoming days to get her stories and find out why on earth she found it acceptable to leave for such an extended period of time. Unacceptable, I assure you.
Regardless, I wanted to let you all know as soon as she got in.
Obviously, we have much to discuss.
I’ll be traveling around to your blogs in the next weeks to catch up on your news.
Feels good to be back.