As Wayne stood in the methane downpour, his mind was diverted from the logical queries that should have been forming in his brain. He should have been freezing and gasping for air as he stood naked on the surface of Titan. Instead, he was assaulted with a powerful yet illogical urge to find the rest of his party and place his mouth near their orifices.
His brain slowly surrendered to hostile takeover, but his notorious habit of nose-picking was unscathed. After removing his finger from his nostril, he silently regarded the myriad insect-like creatures crawling on its surface, meticulously cleaning the dust from underneath his fingernail. “Don’t mind us,” their collective voice echoed in his head. “Where are your friends?”