Rudderland was not too far away by the time Ted and the rest of his trio got used to the strange feeling of someone or something following them. It was the time of things rising to new life, green leaves sprouting from the earth below to suck up as much of the nourishing light as possible. Ted hated spring, the expectation to be jolly about the increase in sunlight, even though that was just another natural phenomenon that bore no resemblance to the processes of his supreme mind. Nature did what it did, while he did what he wanted to do. As an admirer of things that were not man made, he still subscribed to the view that there was possibly no great design that the rules of nature had to follow.
They arrived to an airship station that looked like it had received no maintenance in the last decade. Everything was a bit wonky, from the platforms guiding the landing to the receptionist who was simply staring into the distance with a glaze over his eyes.
