by Karl Railton-Woodcock
Now that Dieter has gone off-world I'm the oldest on the team. I'm still as fit and as fast as the others, even Mikka who still has her own body, mostly. God what I'd give for a beer. I can almost feel the kiss of cold glass on my lips. No, you can keep the beer, what I really crave is doing a big window-rattling fart. Maybe it's time I went spectral.
Karl Railton-Woodcock is still intact in Australia.