“Oh…well…that was…unfortunate.” Hannah said, delicately.
“Aaa-chuch…” Jess made an odd choking noise and fell over.
Several lights came on in the corridor.
“We'd better move to somewhere where they're less likely to find us.” Said Hannah. She turned around and saw a chute labelled 'BAGGAGE'. “ACE!” She leapt in and disappeared. “Wheeeee!” Chris J jumped in after her.
“Wait for me, honey bunch!” His voice faded as he slid down the chute.
“Righty-ho,” Grant slowly got into the chute. “See you at the bottom!” He said, pushing off and sliding down into the darkness.
“Jess?” Chris B turned to the crumpled heap on the floor. “Would you like to go first?” Jess remained silent. “Jess?” Jess twitched a little. “Jess?”
“All gone.” Jess said suddenly. “Kitty all gone.”
“Come on, we have to go down the chute now,” Chris urged.
“No Kitty. No more Kitty.”
Chris picked her up off the floor and wedged her into the chute.
“Off you go, down the slide!” He said, encouragingly.
“Wheeeee!” Jess's voice disappeared, along with her body, down the chute.
Chris sighed deeply, then jumped in after her.

“OW!” Hannah landed on a pile of suitcases.
“OW.” Chris J tried to stand up unsteadily on the pile, rubbing his backside.
Jess, strangely, appeared out of the chute before Grant, even though she had gotten in after him.
“Jess hurt!” She exclaimed.
Hannah and Chris stared at her.
“Jess travelling underground!” She continued, in the voice of a 5-year-old in awe.
“Well, her glasses aren't broken.” Chris said, inspecting them.
“Maybe she lost her brain what with Kurt being left behind in that tragic way…” Hannah remarked.
“KITTY!” Jess exclaimed.
“She's going to need years of therapy.” Chris said. “Years.”
Chris B flew out of the chute.
“Hello!” He said happily.
“Where the hell did Grant go?!” Hannah asked.
Chris B looked around, confused. “He should be here…”
“Maybe the chute ate him.” Jess said simply, upending a suitcase on her head as a helmet.
As if in answer, the chute made a noise that sounded ominously like a burp.
“Bloody hell.” Chris J looked up the chute.
“No! Stand back!” Hannah grabbed him and yanked him backwards just as the chute made a hiccupping noise and one of Grant's shoes fell out.
“Cor.”
“We'd better get away from the chute…” Chris B recommended.
They backed away slowly and tried to find places to sit. Then the train went around a corner and knocked cases all over them.
“Oh…donkey balls.” Said Hannah's rather muffled voice.

A couple of hours later, a baggage handler was somewhat surprised to see 4 random people clambering out of the baggage area as he opened the door.
“'Scuse me." Hannah pushed past him. They all leapt onto the platform.
“Are you stowaways?” The young spotty attendant inquired.
“We have business with the President, boy.” Chris J pushed him of the way delicately but he fell over.
“Do we really?” Hannah said. “Jess is completely screwed.”
“Butterfly!” Jess pointed at a nearby lamppost.
“She wouldn't mind losing the responsibility of being President of the World, I'm sure.” Chris J said.
“Let's just concentrate on getting her back home.” Chris B said. He paused. “Where is home?”
“Oxfordshire.” Hannah told him.
“Fortunate we got off in London then…” Chris B remarked. “TAXI!!”
The four troopers hopped in the taxi that stopped Chris B in the front doing his best to navigate despite not knowing where to go.
“Who's paying for the taxi?” Chris J said quietly. “Because I don't actually have any money…”
“Neither do I.” Hannah answered, slightly concerned. “Jess has probably eaten hers…” She said, looking at Jess who had taken to tapping Chris B on the shoulder and hiding when he turned around. “Chris?” Hannah leant forward. “Have you got any money?”
“Uh…no, actually.” Chris B said, sounding surprised with himself.
“Oh dear…well none of us do either…”
The driver spoke up for the first time. “Aw it's ok Hannah, you can just pay me with food when we get back to your house.”
“JIMMY?” Hannah jumped up and hit the roof.
“Hiya. I realised you were having a book without me, so I thought I'd nip in there whilst I still had a chance.”
There was a silence.
“Jimmy.” Chris J nodded.
“Chris.” Jimmy replied, equally frostily. “Sold several million records lately?”
“Stolen any vehicles lately?!” Chris retorted.
“Screw you.” Jimmy sulked.
“SO…” Hannah tried to lighten the mood. “Watcha been up to since you tried to kill me, Jimbo?”
Suddenly a man in a pink catsuit leapt into the road ahead of them. Jimmy pulled a gun out of the glove box, leant out the window, shot him, then drove over the body.
“Not much.” He concluded.
“OK…” Hannah said, slowly.
“Bing-bang!” Jess said happily. “Pinky all gone!” Her face fell suddenly. “Kitty all gone! Where Kitty?!”
“Oh, God,” Chris B covered his face with his hands.
“Ok, I think we should WALK from here,” Hannah said, trying to open the door. “Thanks, Jimmy.”
“Oh…ok.” He stopped the car and they got out. “See you in Book Seven!” He drove off.
“Ha, yeah – in your dreams.” Hannah retorted.
They watched the taxi speed off into the distance.
“Oh!” Hannah said, shocked.
“What?”
“My house!”
They all stared in front of them.
“Jimmy does drive rather fast.” Chris J said, trying to explain the systemic anomaly.
“Bitchin'!” Hannah exclaimed. “Look Jessy-wessy, it's our house!!”
“MOUSE!” Jess squeaked. She fell forward and banged her head.
“You alright?!” Chris B helped her up.
“Yes, of course! What are you fools patronizing me for?!”
Chris J, Chris B and Hannah looked at each other in confusion.
Jess got up and brushed herself down. “What the hell was I doing on the floor anyway?!”
“You were acting like you'd lost your glasses again.”
“Oh…right.” Jess blushed.
(Suddenly, a gigantic spaceship dropped out of the sky and squashed them flat.)