"What ho Quantum!" The Wabbit greeted Quantum informally but it was not well received. "I am not a chum," said Quantum, "I am a sophisticated time travelling train." The sky to the Wabbit's rear flickered and pulsed red, pink and violet. "Well, stand by to receive boarders." Quantum's engines powered up. "Neither am I a sailing vessel. I expect you want to go somewhere." The Wabbit's head flicked back. "We don't like the look of the geothermal storm." By this time Quantum's engines were at optimum. "Neither do I. It's unusual to see the Aurora Borealis so far south." The Wabbit's face was serious now, "People are failing to recycle trash properly. And stealing electricity." Quantum's engines throbbed on standby. "That would do it. The place is degenerating day by day." The Wabbit could hear a lecture coming. "I'll be bringing most of the team." Quantum snorted. "That hissy cat will be on board. He gives orders, takes naps and ignores you when you talk." The Wabbit smiled. "Yes, and he stares at the wall as if he knows things about the universe." Quantum shook with laughter. "You do have a sense of humour!" grinned the Wabbit. "Ha! I've made some improvements since your last trip, Commander." The Wabbit inclined his ears. "Nicer seats, better plug-in communications." Quantum sounded smug. "And performance?" asked the Wabbit," "Smoother into lattice drive," replied Quantum." "Weaponry?" asked the Wabbit. "Still the same as befits a train," snapped Quantum, "I'm a locomotive not a frigate." The Wabbit paused. "Prosecco?" Quantum groaned. "As you wish."
