My brain is a strange place...

[beccastareyes]

Why does my brain insist on giving me an idea for a short fic crossing His Dark Materials and Contact over? I haven't even read Contact in ages... I don't think I still have a copy. (Granted, I live in Ithaca, New York, where I'm pretty sure all of Carl Sagan's books can be found somewhere, even the ones that he wrote while high.)