Scattered Brain

<<SNIP>>
"Charles, whyfore art thou having'st a spatial anomaly in thy
shower?"
Keto sighed and drooped his head. "What are you talking about you
medical cretin?"
He walked towards Shakespeare and pulled the curtain away from his
grasp. It was safe to say he was fairly majorly taken aback when his
eyes laid upon a large shimmering blue...thing where his taps should
have been.
"What did you do to my shower Shakespeare?"
"Me?" said the Doctor timidly. "I were't on'st my ship mere moment's
agoeth!"
"I wish you were still there," muttered Keto.
<<END SNIP>>
The inhabitants of the medibay (including a few patients who really
should have been lying down) clustered around Keto's shower, staring
in awe - or, in the case of Keto himself, in anger.
"GET OUT OF MY MEDIBATH!" he yelled, flapping his hands at people
and trying to get them to move away from his bathroom.
Unfortunately this was proving rather ineffective, since all of the
staring crowd were far more interested in the blue, swirling spatial
anomaly than in the doctor.
The anomaly was hanging in the centre of the rear wall of Keto's
shower, obscuring his shower taps. It was now roughly the size of a
skutter's head and faintly translucent, the taps being dimly visible
through the wavering blue light. It appeared to be shrinking - when
Shakespeare had first pointed it out, it had been much larger.
Keto poked at it gingerly with his toilet brush. The brush passed
through it and bumped into the wall of the shower behind it,
appearing to bend slightly as it entered the anomaly.
"It doesn't appear to be having any effect on inorganic objects,"
Keto mused, "So, next test. Shakespeare, stick your arm in it."
"What? No!" protested Wildflower from the back of the crowd, but
Shakespeare had already reached forward and poked the anomaly.
"Aargh!" he yelped, withdrawing his hand as Wildflower pushed
through the gawking patients and grabbed his arm.
"What happened?" she demanded, "Did Charlie make it hurt you?"
"Nay," replied Shakespeare as Keto's glare fell upon Wildflower, "I
dids't but jar mine digit on yonder wall."
"Second test is successful," said Keto, turning to stare at the
anomaly again, which was now the size of a ping-pong ball, "It has
no effect on organic matter, either. I think we can hazard a guess
that whatever this thing is, it is what Shakespeare fell out of.
Some kind of temporal rift or something, which is now closing up.
And presumably it's one-way only."
"So what does that mean?" asked Wildflower.
"Well in broad terms, we're stuck with him."
"No! I mean what does it mean for Shakesy's memories?"
Keto turned back to face Shakespeare and Wildflower. The bard was
staring, pale-faced, at the anomaly as it shrank to the size of a
marble.
"It means his memories have been stripped away and scattered across
the universe, dispersed across what is very probably an infinite
expanse of the space-time continuum," he said, grimly.
Wildflower stared at him. Keto sighed.
"They're gone. Forever," he said.
Shakespeare watched the anomaly grow smaller, and smaller, until
eventually it vanished in a tiny twinkle of blue light.
He whimpered.
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OOC: Tag someone!