The Wabbit and Lapinette found themselves coasting at speed. just above the water. They were between the line laid out by timbers and heading straight for a dilapidated structure. "There it is!" Lapinette was excited. The Wabbit wondered when he was going to get a prosecco. "It looks like something left over from yesteryear," commented the Wabbit. "There will be a bar, I know there will!" Lapinette always seemed to be cheerful. The Wabbit desisted from being grumpy. "The voice said there was only vodka, and I expect it will be the very best." Lapinette proclaimed it would be yummy and ice cold. The Wabbit could confirm that from the temperature of the water. "Baltic cold," he nodded. They skimmed along grazing the timbers. "Maybe there will be a welcoming party," murmured Lapinette. The Wabbit could only imagine. "It looks wartime," said the Wabbit, "Maybe we came back in time and the party will be composed entirely of frogmen." "And women," added Lapinette. They were getting closer and could see that not much remained. "Just enough to make bijou dwellings," snorted the Wabbit. "What's the opposite of bijou?" asked Lapinette. "Gargantuan," said the Wabbit. Suddenly they were being pulled by a giant force. "We're about to find out," said Lapinette, "Brace for impact."
