"Where's this, it looks familiar?" Skratch was puzzled. "When we heard a bang we came through a lateral shift," said Quantum. "And what's that thing?" replied Skratch. They paused as the creature crossed the road in front of them. "It's another Buzzak," said Quantum, "he must have hitched a ride." They watched him amble. "Is he going to McDonald's?" ventured Skratch. "I certainly hope so," sneered Quantum, "It'll be the end of the species for this dimension." Quantum throbbed gently. "I'm going to gently lift off. The creature will be left behind." Skratch meaowed vaguely. "Is this a probability echo?" "Probably," said Quantum. He chortled to himself. Skratch touched the controls, He could see another set of paws. "We're looking for a Lattice Drive Rift?" Quantum began to lift. "Easy does it." Skratch was amused. "You sound like the Wabbit." Quantum lifted higher. Have you heard of the Brane and the Bulk?" Skratch purred quietly, "It's a pub in Chatham, near the Slug and Lettuce." Quantum shook with mirth. "Yes, string theory is outdated." Skratch fondled the controls. "Exactly how long is the string?" "Twice half its length," responded Quantum. Quantum gained height rapidly and the Buzzak looked up, enraged. Its wings buzzed. "Time to go," said Skratch. Quantum shook and vanished. "Skratch laughed. "Will we disappear into the undifferentiated chaos of the space time continuum?" Quantum's engines roared as fractals lashed the windows. "Only if we're lucky."
