The three now friends whizzed on into Space. Everything seemed to be fine and all was well, so Hannah remarked, casually:
�Wow. Everything�s going PERFECTLY!�
�NOOOOOOOO!� Jess cursed, falling to her knees.
�What?!� Hannah asked, alarmed.
�Don�t SAY that!� Jess said, looking panicked. �You�ll JINX it!�
�Oh.� Chris�s voice drifted over from the other side of the cockpit.
�What?� Hannah asked.
�They�re�um�they�re following us.�
�Oh, TITS!� Hannah looked back at Jess who merely fixed her with an icy glare over the top of her glasses.
�Told you. You PILLOCK.�
Hannah turned to Chris. �Can this ship outrun them?�
�I�d like to think so.� Chris drew himself up, proudly.
�Yes, but let�s be realistic�?� Jess said.
Chris fell quiet and started to investigate something interesting under the desk.
�Let�s try this thing�� Hannah jumped into a pilot seat and reviewed the controls.
�Oi! Hands off my plane!� Chris leapt up.
�Look, we�ve already been through this.� Hannah said, sounding exhausted.
�But-!"
�And it�s not even a PLANE!�
�BUT-!�
�You actually have no idea what you�re doing, do you?� Hannah continued.
�YES-!�
�You�re lost in Space with no fans, no TV shows, no endorsements and no LIFE!"
�NOOOO!� Chris buried his head in his hands.
�STOP IT!� Jess screamed. �WHY, DO WITH EVERY MAN THAT I LOVE, YOU PICK THEM APART, BELITTLE AND DESTROY THEM?! YOU�RE SO�MEAN!�
There was a silence.
�Well�� Hannah coughed awkwardly. �That was a long time coming��
�Love...?� Chris looked shocked.
�Don�t get any ideas.� Jess snapped quietly. �Or actually��
There was a huge explosion and the ship shook and vibrated violently.
�Well, seems like out answer to the fastest ship has become apparent.� Hannah muttered.
�You can�t even see out of the back of this thing to where their ships are!� Jess commented, looking around in desperation.
�Yes, true.� Chris said quietly. �That is a major design flaw.�
�Crappy-crappity-crap-crap.� Hannah muttered, shaking her head.
�In every sci-fi movie I�ve seen, there�s been a �turbo� button�� Jess muttered, her eyes searching the controls desperately.
�Yes, sorry to disappoint you, Jess, but this isn�t FICTION!� Chris yelled over the noise of Hannah trying to put out several small fires with an extinguisher.
�It�s not�fiction. Yeah. Yeah, that�s right.� Jess caught Hannah�s eye.
�Say NOTHING.� Her friend warned her.
�Hey, what�s that?!� Chris pointed out of the windscreen to a big swirly object.
�YOU�RE meant to be the knowledgable Space explorer � you tell US!� Hannah yelled, dropping the fire extinguisher and coming over to see.
�Could it be a worm-hole?� Jess suggested.
�Oh, don�t be so STUPID!� Hannah snorted.
�Yes, if you�re not going to say anything CREDIBLE, then maybe you should just keep QUIET!� Chris added.
They passed a tiny asteroid with a sign on it saying �WORMHOLE 1 LIGHT YEAR� and an arrow pointing to the swirly thing.
�Sorry, J.� Hannah said in a small voice.
�Yes, sorry, Jess.� Chris agreed.
�You OWE me for that.� Jess muttered, taking her socks off.
The ship shook violently.
�Do you think they�ll follow us if we go in there?!� Hannah asked.
�Probably not�� Chris said.
�Good!�
��but that�s because only a complete LUNATIC would go into a wormhole!� He finished.
�Hell, sounds about right.� Hannah took the controls and steered them into the centre of the wormhole.

�I should remind you that this is completely SUICIDAL!!� Chris said after a scared and anxious silence of 30 seconds had passed.
�You�ve done it before!� Jess exclaimed, trying to regain some confidence of some sorts.
�Once again, J, difference of FICTION.� Hannah pointed out.
Jess looked distraught and tried to distract herself with some buttons on the control panel � a hatch above them opened and a small rubber ducky fell out and bounced on the floor with a squeak. They all looked at Chris.
�Soooo�� Chris started. �That wormhole, eh?!� He chuckled nervously. �Looks dangerous!� He added light-heartedly.
Hannah and Jess exchanged a brief puzzled look.
�Hey, look!� Jess pointed at the display screen on the control panel which was currently focused on the ships from the Space Station, still chasing them, albeit now cautiously. It seemed that they had something to say, for on the front of their ships each displayed a flashing message:
�Don�t go into that wormhole! It�s SUICIDE!�
�The ship has a good point.� Chris pointed out.
�Shut it.� Jess and Hannah both snapped.
The other two ships displayed messages of a more pleading nature:
�I have a wife and kids! Don�t make me follow you!� and �I�m in love with the commander of the other ship, please don�t take him away from me!�
�Interesting.� Hannah remarked.
One of the ships fired once more at them. The hit was direct and caused Chris�s ship to begin to spiral out of control; around and around and around and (unsurprisingly) around once more whilst they plummeted, like a dying duck, into the wormhole. Everything went black.

Hannah came to slowly. Everything was black. She couldn�t see a thing. Then she realised she had her eyes shut. She opened them. Everything was STILL black. She sighed.
She heard another sigh from someone else. This one sounded more�well�contented. She then noticed that she was lying on top of someone.
�J? Is that you taking my socks off?�
�HANNAH?� Jess pushed her friend off her. �Gah!�
�Who did you THINK it was?�
Somewhere in the dark there was a groan, a few footsteps, a �THUMP�, and then an �ARRRGH!�.
�Chris?� Hannah ventured.
�WHAT?!� Came back a pained voice.
�Nothing, nothing.� Hannah replied, deciding silence, at this moment in time, was golden.
�Where are we? What happened?� Jess asked, standing up carefully.
�We went through the wormhole and�I don�t remember anything else.� Chris replied, clutching his foot.
�Got any lights?� Hannah asked, her hands stretched out in front of her to prevent her walking into anything.
�Yes�if I could find the control panel�� Chris muttered, also putting out his hands and trying to work out where in the ship he was.
There was a general scuffling as they all moved around in the dark.
�That�s peculiar�� Chris said, after a moment. �I�M SURE the control panel was here�I�ve no idea what THIS is��
Hannah followed his voice and felt about a bit.
�Jess, move your arse out of the control panel, you SICK girl.�
Jess swore and moved out the way.
Suddenly the cockpit was flooded with light. Hannah blinked away the glare and looked around. The cockpit was still intact, but wires and pieces of metal were hanging from the ceiling. Outside the glass windscreen it was pitch black.
"Where the hell are we?" Hannah breathed, trying to make something, anything out in the darkness outside.
Chris tapped some instruments on the control panel. "The radar and satellite don't have any records for this place. It could be that they're broken. If not..."
"Are you saying that we're stuck in an unchartered place in Space?!" Jess exclaimed.
"Not necessarily," Chris began. "Worm holes can cause movement through TIME, as well as Space. This COULD be a well-known area of Space..."
"Yeah, several million years ago." Hannah muttered.
"Well, we can't tell until we get out there." Jess reflected.
"Oh, yes, Jess, go out into the pitch dark on a planet that we know NOTHING about which could be massively dangerous-" Hannah started, crossly.
"Maybe it's night time," Jess said. "It might get light and we find that we crashed on Earth. We don't know if we don't look." She paused. "And we won't last long if we just stay here, with no water and no food."
"I have half a packet of Jaffa Cakes in the glove box." Chris said, hopefully.
"You're right. We WON'T last long." Hannah sighed. "Right, let's gather up some torches and weapons and get going."