crossing guard

In another galaxy, across a perpendicular one, to a galaxy parallel to the one in which you'd find the universe and the planet upon which Pince Nez lived before she died and wandered around heaven for eons upon eons; you would find another girl who was 25 with freckles and large glasses. And this other girl had no name. And she worked at a university as a quasi-secretary for the facilities services office. And she spent her days measuring bathrooms and drawing their floor plans on a computer and taking pictures of construction projects and answering phones even though none of the people actually wanted to talk to her, they wanted to talk to someone who actually knew what was going on. She only knew how to talk in a smiley, calming voice and tell them she would have someone get back to them as quickly as possible.


The nameless girl had been hired for the summer but had unintentionally become indispensable and would have a job until she died.


This is not a repeat of Pince Nez––whom we may return to at some later date as we left her stuck in Hades. While the nameless girl sometimes sees spiders around her office, this narrative does not depend upon one of them killing her.


Her fondest ambition was to save up money to move to a certain coastal city that's famous for it's smelly teen spirit, and to live and work there until she went to grad school. Somewhere. Don't ask her where, it's a weird question. 


OK, perfectly natural, maybe, but all the nameless girl could come up with were unnatural answers.


The nameless girl had a secret. Even though she'd never believed in Santa Claus, she just possibly, probably might believe in Doctor Who.