“There
will be consequences for this,” Strauss warns, “You can mark our
words on that.”
“What?”
asks Fiona, “Hang on, no, I didn't mean to make a wish!”
“But
you did make one,” says the Captain.
Around
them, the kitchen dissolves to pure white silent space.
“This
cannot be good,” Strauss comments.
“Where
are we?” asks Fiona.
“We
suspect we are in transition,” is the reply.
“There!”
declares the Captain, pointing at his feet. Between his shoes, a
single cobble has appeared. This is soon joined by a second, then a
third. It's not long before so many have appeared that they're
standing on a cobbled island amidst a sea of white.
