The Alien Commander stood and watched the workmen tear down the galaxy. He’d have liked to sit, but his Star Throne had already been removed.
He heard a polite cough and turned to see the Plucky Junior Officer standing beside him. They hadn’t worked together much, so he’d never noticed how young he was.
“What will you do next?” the kid asked.
“Go back to the Theatre, I suppose. You?”
“I dunno.”
“Let me give you some advice. Your first series is always special, but nothing lasts.”
Someone in the control booth flicked a switch, and the stars winked out.