She hailed from Planet Claire, a place I knew she called home. Her ride, a Plymouth Satellite, sped through the cosmos, outpacing beams of light. On Planet Claire, clouds are pink and every tree blazes red, a world where immortality reigns and inhabitants are free from heads. Though whispers claim she's Martian or from one of the distant seven stars that gleam in the pre-dawn sky, they're mistaken—her origins are far more unique. Ahhhahhhahhahh...