"No luggage. Gotcha. I think I'll just hold onto it for now. Just in case it speaks to me in the future." Tick was looking rather better already. He had received some pretty bad knocks on the head before. This one wasn't too bad compared to the time the big clown hit him.

Lockheed was really rather unsettled by this... scratching. It was rather strange to him. /Needs spell-check. Yes./