Turbina's jet exploded with a blast that would awaken the dead. The blast included the extra odours at which Turbina was adept. He moved at the speed of light. The beach looked pleasant, but the cushion was still there. "I thought you were sending us back," said the Wabbit. The cushion curled into a shape that the Wabbit didn't like. "We wanted to make sure you were back and that you stayed well and truly back. Do not pester us with your maleficent odours again." The cushion began to dissipate and before long it had disappeared entirely. Wabsworth grinned. "What was that all about?" The Wabbit looked cheerful. "I don't rightly know, but here we are." He called to a beach bar for two proseccos. "This place looks familiar," observed Wabsworth. "Fregene," stated the Wabbit. "Quiet," said Wabsworth. "End of the summer," replied the Wabbit. Wabsworth looked at the Wabbit with horror. "It's 34 degrees, the sun is shining and the beach is sultry." The Wabbit merely shrugged. "It's the end of the summer and that's why no-one is here." Wabsworth leaned back and took in the scene. "I'm glad I'm an android, I'll never understand humanity," he murmured. "So what about me?" said Turbina, "I'm parked illegally on the beach." The Wabbit threw back his head and roared with laughter. "This is near Rome and frankly we don't give a damn." "I see our proseccos coming," said Wabsworth. "I want one too," said Turbina. "Non-alcoholic?" asked the Wabbit. "Have you lost all reason?" said Turbina.
