“These aliens are cunning, but nothing’s showing me they’re far more advanced than us.”

The peasant girl took up the fallen squire’s blade...

I lay in bilge and pooling rain...

“The talisman marks you as the chosen one..”

She’d grown feral but was still recognizable...

“You have TARDIS pockets?”

“This is an arrest of an unregistered superhuman.”

Tiny Vikings raided my backyard in longships from my duck pond.

“What are they chanting?”