Seymour Niples "Restoration"

Seymour Niples
Wingwalking on top of a Blue Midget
 
He grasped Katrina in his arms, the initial impact winded him quite a lot, and he would have tumbled backwards if his magnetic boots weren't firmly holding him in place.
 
"Hi seymour!" Katrina said, sitting in his arms like a bride being carried across the threshold."Hi Katrina," he replied. Still a bit nervous about all this heroic stuff he was doing, this was the first brave thing he'd done since he'd forgotten how to. His body wasn't quite used to the adrenaline rush that this sense of danger gave him. As he spoke he was a bit unsure of what Katrina wanted him to say. He wasn't sure if he was acting the right way, if this was how she wanted to see him. How she percieved him meant a lot to him, and he constantly worried that he was doing the right ting to please her at all time.
 "Good to see you. Bet you didn't think I was going to rescue you, huh?""I never had a doubt, cutie." Katrina pressed the front off her helmet to his, making a kissing face. "I love you."
 
Suddenly Seymour's entire life flashed in front of his eyes, his childhood, his teen years at the posh school he went to, a mamory of a picnic in the countryside which he couldn't decide was his or some 1960's film he had seen, he remembered his career, he remembered which Coffee houses were the best in the world and he remembered why Cabernet Sauvignon is better than Chenin Blanc, he remembered who he was.
And the strongest memory of all stuck out above everything. Among the colourless memories of his life stood a bright clear image of Katrina. The woman he loved more than anything in the whole world, the girl he would risk his life for, and had done on a few occasions. He even bravely did a spacewalk for her even though his memories had been misplaced. He loved her that much.
 
He was about to tell her everythng he thoght about her, how she made him feel, how every little thing she did made him weak at the knees, how the way she smiled made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. How her gorgeous eyes seemed to look straight into his heart, and how he loved being close to her, how he loved talking to her, how he loved touching her soft warm body.
He was about to tell it all to her when they were rudely interrupted by a grunting in both of their helmets.
 
"Uh, does anyone wanna save me?" Said DK, sounding as cocky and presumptious as always.
Captain Seymour Niples opened the airlock hatch for his girlfriend.
"Get in, I'm going to rescue her."
Katrina protested as Seymour tried to help her inside. "No, that bitch is dangerous, we should leave her out here to die!"
 
Niples puffed out his chest and jutted his chin out. "We cannot leave her out here to die, she may be an evil, cruel, merciless killing machine who stops at nothing to get her own selfish ways, but she is still a person. One whom leaves a person to die is nothing but a murderer himself, and I, Seymour Niples am not a murderer! We can keep her in the brig until we can selnd her to a penal colony where she will recieve a proper trial."
 
"What if she tries to kill you?"
 
"I have to try dear. Besides, she is the same person as you, slightly displaced a dimension or two, granted. And I could never live with mysef if I killed any dimension double of you."
 
"But she's not me!"
 
Seymour pushed her inside. "I have to."
He pressed a combutton on his suit. "Jay, we're going to rescue the alternate Katrina. Can you fly us closer so that I can grab her too."
 
Jay immediately recognised the sudden sense of authority in the Captain's voice, just like it used to be. "But she's drifting very close to the wormhole Captain, I'm not sure if we can catch her in time before she's sucked through."
 
"Thats an order Lieutenant!" Said Niples.
 
Jay set the throttle to maximum and headed towards the wormhole. A dark silhouette tumbled over and over in frnt of the glowing space phenomenon. Jay slowed down as they got closer, so that the Captain could grab DK rather than splat into her.
Seymour held his arms out and snagged DK who was floating above him by the arm. He pulled her struggling figure towards him, until they saw eye to eye.
 
They looked at each other for a second or two, Seymour looked straight into her eyes. He looked at her attractive features wich were idetical to his love. But there wasn't the same small spark in her eyes.
Katrina opened her mouth to speak, at first Seymour thought she was going to ask him why he had rescued her. But then he saw it in her eyes. There was a sudden spark, but it was a different kind, a spark of dangerous mischevousness like a large predatory cat would get just before it pounced.
 
She took a knife out of her belt and stabbed him.
 
"It's been fun Seymour." She said, the impact of her thrust pushed her away. He let go of her and she floated away.
Niples fell onto one knee, watching Katrina tumble backwards into the iris of the wormhole where she was swallowed by the bright light.
 
He put his hand over th cut to stop the air from escaping from his suit, if he lost pressure then his body would explode. Bubbles of red blood flew out of the wound and cascaded into space as Seymour struggled to opene the hatch.
 
Katrina heard him coming into the airlock and helped him down. She gasped when she saw the blood. They got into the cockpit and Katrina helped him out of the suit.
"I'll be alright." Panted Seymour as Katrina applied pressure to the wound.
"What about Dark Katrina?" Katrina asked.
 
Seymour shook his head.