727 packets of crunchy-croutons later, all three were feeling decidedly worse-for-wear.
"Crunchy-crouton?" The plane asked.
"NO!" Everyone chorused.
"Where are we?" Jess asked, to no one in particular.
"Flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Estimated arrival time in England: 2 hours 24 minutes." The plane replied.
"How did Jimmy afford such a flash plane?" Hannah wondered aloud.
"The world is full of mysteries, Hannah," Jess said, mysteriously. "Why are we here? What is our purpose? How did Orlando ever graduate from Guildhall?" Orlando flashed her a scowl.
"I'm gonna eat SO MANY After Eights at this party." Hannah said, happily. "And drink SO MUCH Strongbow. And I'm going to stand under the mistletoe ALL NIGHT and wait for Keanu to turn up."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we concentrate on getting home before we decide what," Jess paused, "Or who we're going to do there. Thanks."
There was a silence.
"Can I come?" Orlando asked, not being one to miss a party.
"Hmm." Jess muttered.
"Well…" Hannah considered. "You would go well with the polka-dot dress I want to wear. Yeah. Sure."
Orlando wasn't sure whether to be pleased about going to the party or insulted that he was being used as an accessory. But, hey, he's used to being hired to be the eye candy before (look at LOTR). [HA! Watch the fan girls lynch the author! HA!]
Jimmy looked around in confusion. "Hello?" He croaked.
"Hello, Jimmy!" The plane answered. Nobody else did.
"What's going on?" Jimmy looked around some more.
"We're taking you home!" Hannah lied.
"Setting co-ordinates for Tibet." The plane spoke.
"NO!" Hannah scolded the panel of the plane. "ENGLAND!"
"Setting co-ordinates for England." The plane said, obediently. "Schuck." It added.
"No! Not Engl-" Jimmy started.
Hannah whacked him round the head again.
"Bravo." Jess concluded. "Crunchy croutons all round!"
Hannah looked at a packet unsure. "They are very moreish…"

The plane touched down with a slight bump just under 2 and a half hours later.
"YEY!" Hannah leapt out the hatch and fell several feet to the ground. "OW!"
"GEEK." Jess muttered. "It's a SEA PLANE. Most of it's usually underwater."
Hannah picked herself up off the floor as Jess and Orlando leapt down beside her.
"Right. Now we just have to make it to our house." Jess said. "TAXI!"
A black cab screeched up beside them.
"Home, please." Jess requested, getting in.
"Ok, guv!" The taxi sped off with Jess and Hannah inside and Orlando half-hanging out a back door.

The cab pulled up outside Jess and Hannah's house.
"That'll be �729, please." The driver said.
"Oh, erm…" Jess pulled her pockets inside out and a moth flew out.
"Have this multi-million pound Hollywood star!" Hannah offered, kicking Orlando up the arse so he fell back into the cab.
"Thanks!" The driver drove off.
The black cab disappeared from view leaving Jess and Hannah staring at a rather black and charred-looking house.
"Oh…" Said Hannah.
"I did leave the iron on." Jess sighed.
There was a dull silence.
"Oh wait…that's not our house…that's our house!" Hannah pointed to the one next door that looked immaculate and shiny.
"Quick! In!" Jess ran up the garden path and hurried inside, followed shortly by Hannah. "DUST!" Jess ordered, throwing a cloth at Hannah.
"SHOP!" Hannah ordered, throwing a credit card at Jess.

"Ok. Cocktail sausages toothpicked, crisps in bowls, punch glasses out…" Jess ran around checking everything.
"Mistletoe in place…Yep! I'm done!" Hannah grinned and went into the living room to put on some music.
"Do you think we've forgotten anything?" Jess asked, concerned.
"Nah. It'll be FINE." Hannah put on some Silverchair and whacked it up full blast.
Jess started pacing the floor nervously.
The doorbell rang, suddenly.
"The party's started!" Hannah whooped.
"ARRRGH!" Jess started panicking.
"Chill. It'll kick arse." Hannah assured her, handing her a tomato juice on her way to the door.
Jess took a swig. "YEEEE-HA!" Jess yelled.