"A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away" he said slurping his soup. I smiled, George was at it again, off on his travels through the Universe. He had been a writer in his youth, science fiction mainly.
It's funny, some things dementia takes from you. Like little cubes of ice your memories slowly melt, until only the frozen peas and the crumbs at the bottom of the freezer remain. They are the bits that have been there the longest.
Sometimes he was fine, sometimes not. It was getting worse, I knew that one day soon he would take a space walk and not return. He saw aliens sometimes, they were kind. They told him that they would take him away to the place where they lived. It was on the other side of the Galaxy.
That was just George being George and no one really took any notice. We get twenty kinds of crazy stuff around here every day. He told me that they found human shape difficult to maintain for long and they often needed to resume their own form, which was sort of shimmery and blue. 'Nice thinking George' !
I shut the door and left George to finish his supper. After all I seriously needed to get out of my human shape for a while and George needed to keep his strength up. I knew damned well that it It was a long old trip to the other side of the galaxy, and we were going economy!