The Wabbit and Wabsworth didn't have time to visit any bar. Turbina coasted down and her doors opened. She yelled "Get in, get in." They were hardly settled in their seats when she took off. Her jet blasted - and inside seconds they were in EUR. "I've got to get your air cushion, Wabbit." The Wabbit knew things were serious if Turbina called him Wabbit and not Commander. "Why?" asked the Wabbit. "It's not what it seems!" replied Turbina. "What does it seem like?" asked Wabsworth. There was a silence as Turbina thought. "It seems like an entity." "An air cushion entity?" The Wabbit was curious. "It has properties," said Turbina," Look what it's doing! Attaching to my radiator. It might drain my precious liquids." Just then the air cushion detached from Turbina's radiator and started on the windows. "I don't need a wash and brush up," squealed Turbina. The Wabbit watched as the entity fixed itself to the air caps on the tyres. Then the entity spoke. "I have checked your systems and you are now deemed acceptable to enter the Air Kinkdom of Above. I will take you there." The cushion expanded and enveloped Turbina in a major cloud. The Wabbit shrugged and looked at Wabsworth. "Call it developmental research in fluid mechanics," he said. "Did he say Kinkdom?" asked the Wabbit. Wabsworth nodded gravely. "We could all do with straightening out," said the Wabbit. Wabsworth was inclined to agree. "All this moisture but no mention of a drink," sulked the Wabbit.
