I’m sitting on my front porch when it happens: The ground starts shaking.
I’m a small Good Omens meme farmer, enjoying life in my small Good Omens community, but I have seen life in the big fandoms. “They’re coming…”
My youngest son, a stringy chap who only knows this peaceful way of life, stops sweeping the porch and looks at me. “Who’s coming, Ma?”
I stand up and stare at the horizon, waiting for Them. “The Tennant fans, lad. The Tennant fans.”