‘I wouldn’t have panicked, it’s four millimeters in diameter …and 1.5 billion miles away.’
Ignatius Headsmash stared blankly up at the Chief Astronomer.
‘Could happen to a bishop Naty …ya forgot to carry the remainder.’
Nine minutes had passed since Ignatius crashed his Jetbike straight in the Observatory door.
He spent those minutes lying dazed and clutching a computer printout.
The Chief Astronomer spent three of those minutes climbing out from under his desk to revive Ignatius, and the other six reading the printout.
‘…read the printout …meteor …Earth …collision’, was what Ignatius had uttered when he recovered consciousness.