Jess put down her board rubber. “Ok. Any questions?”
Hannah looked thoughtful. “Yeah. Why do they call them 'wings'?”
“Don't know.” Jes answered honestly. “But you do understand, right?”
“Yes!” Hannah said enthusiastically. “And OH MY GOD!”
Jess stood pleased that Hannah had got the full meaning of this horrific parallel-Jess discovery.
The door to the ward opened and a nurse walked in and adjusted Chris J's bed covers.
“Excuse me?!” Hannah said, becoming protective over her ex-husband.
“Yes?” An identical Hannah looked up.
“Oh my GOD!” Hannah and Jess gasped. “You're a nurse!”
“Yes.” The parallel-Hannah stood up straight and looked inquisitive.
“Well that's just wrong.” Hannah said to Jess who nodded in agreement.
The nurse continued to adjust Chris J's life support machine.
“Don't you recognise this man?” Hannah asked, concerned about herself in parallel form not drooling over a Silverchair member.
“Yes.” The nurse-Hannah sneered and continued to check the machine. “He's from that ghastly pop band Silverchair, isn't he?!” Nurse-Hannah shuddered.
“ARGH!!”
“Am I right?” Nurse Hannah asked.
“NO!” Hannah exclaimed in horror. “I mean…he is from Silverchair…but they're NOT ghastly and they're NOT a pop band!”
“Oh.” Nurse Hannah fluffed up Chris's pillow and seemed fairly unbothered.
“What do you mean, 'Oh'?!” Hannah exclaimed. “This is SILVERCHAIR we're talking about here, and you're dismissing them!”
“I don't like them!” Nurse Hannah said, exasperated. “I like Westlife.”
Hannah passed out.
“Just then Communist-Jess entered the room, still clutching her leaflets.
“Anyone want to join the Socialist Alliance?” She asked, hopefully. “Oh!” She surveyed the scene in front of her. “This poor girl! Turf that young man out of the bed and put her in!” She paused. “EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL!”
“He's on a life support machine, we can't take him out.” Chris B said, exasperated.
“But…equal rights…feminism!” Communist Jess said helplessly.
“Back off, liberal scum.” Jess stood over the body of Hannah.
There was a rumble and the floor they all stood on, (or in the case of Hannah and Chris J, laid), shook.
“What was that?!” Hannah asked groggily, getting up.
“That's not normal.” The Communist-Jess said.
“Maybe it's the leaders of your party having a really big party using 100s of millions of your pounds…” Jess said, sarcastically.
Communist-Jess frowned.
“Come on Hans, let's get out of here.” Jess said, helping Hannah up off the floor.
There was another huge rumble and they all fell over.
“What is that!?” Jess asked, scared.
“Oops.” Grant said.
“What?” Everyone turned and looked accusingly at Grant.
“Well…I'm kinda the only monitor down there for the huge boiler…that runs the entire moon…” Grant said slowly.
“Oh crap.” Jess said.
“Shouldn't you go down and sort it out?” Hannah suggested.
“Too late…” Grant said. “I think we should get off the planet.”
“Before what?” Chris B asked, worried.
“It blows us up into pieces and into the sun.” Grant answered.
“Oh…bugger.”

They all ran out to a launch pad and leapt into the nearest spaceship.
“Oi! That's MY spaceship!” Some random guy shouted at them, running across the tarmac.
“Sorry!” Hannah, who had never tried flying a spaceship before, decided to give it a go. They took off rather shakily and flew up into space.
“I don't think you're in a fit state to drive!” Jess exclaimed. “You had a Strongbow earlier!”
“Oh, lighten up - respect her own personal rights, man!” Communist-Jess said, disapprovingly.
“Don't you tell me what to do, you stupid lefty!” Jess shouted back.
“Now, now.” Chris B broke up the fight. “Break it up, you two.”
“Seriously, I think someone else should drive.” Jess repeated.
“Well, I could do it,” Nurse-Hannah suggested.
“If you're as good as flying as you are at treating patients we'll be screwed.” Hannah muttered.
“Well maybe CHRIS should drive-“
BOOM!
The ship shook violently.
“What was THAT?” Hannah got up off the floor.
“Um…Phobos just exploded.” Grant said, looking guilty.
“You're such a SPUD!” Hannah shouted at Grant. “But a cute spud at that…” Hannah squeezed Grant's knee.
“Aren't you married?” Grant asked, slightly distracted.
“Damn.” Hannah looked over at the form of Chris J in his coma. “Don't you think we should be trying to wake up?”
“He's in a coma.” Chris B reminded her,” the whole point is that he can't be woken up.”
“He should be taken back to hospital, back on Earth…” Kurt suggested. “You do have hospitals on your Earth, right?” He asked Jess and Hannah.
“Yeah. No worries.” Hannah said. “Hey! Look at that!”
They all stared out of the windows of the space ship to see a huge space station floating nearby.
“Let's dock in there…” Grant suggested. “They might be able to help Chris…”
Hannah steered the ship roughly towards the huge internal docking system.
“Wow,” said Jess, looking at the technology and impressive space ships dotted around. “I didn't know we had discovered technology like this…”
“Neither did I.” Grant said, surprised.
“But you lived on Phobos!” Hannah exclaimed.
“And?”
The ship touched down with a clunk and Hannah apologised profusely to Chris J who had fallen off the table he had been laying on.
The door under their ship opened with a 'whoosh' noise and they all peered out.
A small, red alien stood and blinked with his huge black lidless eyes at them.
“Hello.”
Everyone looked at him in amazement.
“Hello, little fella. Have you got personal rights or are you being discriminated against?!” Communist-Jess asked, trying to give him her purse and her jumped.
“SHUT UP!” Jess punched her left wing counterpart in the face.
“Hi.” Hannah looked at the alien. “We need some help – I hit my husband over the head with a shovel and now he's in a coma!”
“Oh. Well, we'll have to take some action on that.” The alien said.
“Great! Because I'm so worried about h-hey!” Hannah cut herself off as two more red aliens came running up and handcuffed her.
“What are you doing?” Asked Jess.
“She said she hit this man over the head. That counts as grievous bodily harm. She has to be punished.”
“But what about my husband?” Hannah exclaimed.
“We'll deal with him later.” The alien said.
“Ha! That's right! Lock her up and THROW away the key!” Nurse-Hannah said, evilly.
“Hang on…you look like the perpetrator.” The alien said, thoughtfully. “Lock her up too!”
“NOOOO! Damn it!” Nurse-Hannah was dragged away too.
“Oh, ARSE.” Jess watched them get dragged away.
“What shall we do?” Chris B asked Jess, slightly unnerved.
“Oooh…” Jess was distracted by the alien lifting a scanner over her face.
“You're free to go.” The alien announced, looking down at his handset that beeped and a green light came on.
He did the same thing to Chris B and the light went green.
“Thank you.” The alien moved over to Kurt. He waved the handset over Kurt's face and it bleeped and went red.
Kurt looked worried.
“You'll have to go with the two women…”
The red aliens carried Kurt off.
“ARR!” Kurt got carried off.
The same thing happened to Communist-Jess and she was carried off.
Jess and Chris B huddled close together, afraid.
Chris J was allowed to go over with Jess and Chris B and then the aliens walked off, leaving the 2 people and one comatosed person alone.
“Oh, GOD!” Jess looked around the creepy martian space base. “What are we going to do?”
“We'll have to go and try to get them out.” Chris said.
“But what about HIM?” Jess asked, indicating Chris J, still lying unconscious on the floor.
“Well, we can't take him with us…” Chris's eyes strayed to a set of lockers.
“You thinking what I'm thinking?” Jess asked.
“Quite possibly.”