Once, upon a Tyme, Gillian, spelled Gillian, but pronounced Jillian (why didn't they just name her Lillian?), sat picking mites from her senslessly long trusses (damn! those hernias). There was a heaving, like an earthquake or a vomiting of a very large creature and she was hurled to the rocks. She lived, but was stopped dead as she saw Tyme fly by.