The planet was starting to think she was decidedly going nowhere, of course she had passed several billions years in that state - celestial landloper, keeping herself busy with her revolution, accumulating mass, moving forward, always prograde, tirelessly - and she could always pass the time eructing molten rocks, dust, emitting toward space masses of gas and vapors that was nicely draping around her in an elegant veil, but the truth was that she languished all alone in these dark spaces and longed for a companion, a confidant to share her pleasures during this long wandering, a relationship more stable than the succinct encounters with these minute celestial bodies that left her feverish but unsatisfied; maybe the one approaching would be different, she was much bigger than the others, full, wholesome, but she was up to the challenge. 

When The Man moved, it was only prograde, there was never any going back with him, always forward as though throughout his life he was running for touch in a rugby match, holding the ball close to his chest and bowling over his opponents like skittles – and so when he encountered the landloper, wandering around the Tower where Tammy was imprisoned, he smiled like a benign confidant as he approached, the vagrant smiled back and said “Hi,” - and that was his last word as The Man, without ever breaking his stride, slammed into him, causing him to emit a ragged eruction as his breath was forced out in a belch, then broke his neck with a single twist and kept going, dragging the limp body like a sack of rubbish and dumped him down the disused well, then replaced the cover which the tramp must have removed; he fished the key from his pocket and opened the door – it was time to decide what to do with his prisoner and, at that moment, her fate hung in the balance, for he was beginning to feel that she was an encumbrance he could well do without!