“Do you think he'll be ok in there?” Jess asked, looking back at the locker where a leg and half an arm were poking out.
“Sure. C'mon, we have to find the others.” Chris said, hurrying over to the red alien who had approached them before. “Hi – we were wondering where you take people who need to be punished.”
“Why? You done something wrong?” The alien asked, suspiciously.
“No!” Jess exclaimed, hurriedly.
“Well, they're usually taken to the cells on the 76th floor.” The alien said.
“Great! Let's go!” Chris grabbed Jess and they ran off towards an elevator.
“OOOOH no.” Jess said, determinedly. “I am NOT going in a lift again.”
“Oh, come ON – we have to get the others!” Chris exclaimed.
“You take the lift, I'll take the stairs.” Jess said, disappearing up the stairs next to the lift.
“Have it your way.” Chris sighed, getting in the lift and pressing a button.

“Where have you BEEN?!” Chris asked a panting Jess as she appeared up the stairs half an hour later. “I've been here AGES!”
“Just…just shut up.” Jess spluttered.
“The lift was very efficient.” Chris B noted.
Jess growled. “Let's just get on with it.” She limped off feeling like she had danced for several hours at Hannah's 18th birthday party.
They both walked down the only corridor leading from the stairwell and admired the plush surroundings. Things certainly didn't look like prisons back on Earth – everything was crystal clear and with aimiable decorations.
“This is rather pleasant.” Remarked Chris B.
“Can't talk…must walk.” Jess answered.
After a while of walking down this endless corridor, a little red alien greeted them.
“Are you lost?” He inquired. “Have you escaped?”
“No.” Answered Jess, quickly.
“And no.” Chris B added.
The red alien surveyed them, looking unsure.
“Where are the prisoners?” Jess asked.
“Why?” The alien replied.
“…uhh, we've got some cake for them.” Chris B said, after Jess poked him threateningly.
“Nice.” Jess said sarcastically.
Chris flushed.
“Oh, how nice!” The alien exclaimed. “Straight ahead and fourth door on the left.” He directed.
“Thankyou!” They legged it down the corridor and skidded through the 4th door on the left.
They faced a huge row of clear plastic cells, each housing a prisoner. Jess was surprised to see a few parallel universe versions of people she recognised. Like Arnold SCHWARZENEGGER and George Bush.
“Here they are!” Chris called from further down the row. Jess hurried down to see Hannah, Kurt, and the parallel universe Jess and Hannah in four individual cells.
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Hannah yelled, throwing herself against the wall.
“Well…how does it open?” Jess asked, looking at the clear plastic box, which didn't seem to have any openings or doors.
“I dunno!” Hannah said crossly.
“Well you MUST have seen how they put you in!” Jess said, equally annoyed.
“Well I didn't-“
BAMF!
Suddenly, Kurt was standing outside his box, next to Jess and Chris.
“What the-?!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Why the HELL didn't you do that earlier?!” Jess muttered.
“Sorry – I forgot I could do that.” He said, apologetically.
“Well, get your arse into Hannah's box and get her out.” Jess said, annoyed.
Kurt bamfed inside Hannah's box, grabbed her, and bamfed out again.
“Great.” Hannah stretched and breathed in her freedom. “Hang on – where's Chris J?”
“Hey!” Grant made them all jump.
“Where the hell have you been?!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Hanging around…” Grant answered their curious stares as he munched on some walnuts.
“Excuse me,” Nurse-Hannah rattled the bars of her cage. “Hate to break up your happy reunion but can you get us out!!”
Communist-Jess was trying to kick the wall down.
“No,” Jess put a hand on Kurt's arm before he teleported to their cell. “Leave them.”
“What?!” Communist-Jess stopped her kicking and stared, distraught. “NO! You can't leave us in here! We haven't done anything wrong!!”
“You chose the wrong political party.” Jess said menacingly.
“Yeah, maybe the time you spend in here will allow you to think long and hard about your music tastes.” Hannah said to the parallel universe version of herself.
“Have we got everyone?” Chris B thought aloud.
“Ja.” Kurt answered, checking.
“No, you still didn't answer me where my Chris is.” Hannah reminded.
“Oh, yes.” Chris B and Jess exchanged a nervous glance. “How could we forget.” Chris laughed and walked off.
Hannah, exceptionally confused, followed them.
“Walnut?” Grant offered, pushing the pack near her.
“ARGH! No!” Hannah ran up to walk with Jess instead.
“She's allergic.” Jess explained, over one shoulder.