Da da da da da DOOO... *whoosh*

Lister looked out from under the brim of his rain-soaked hat. In the distance, planes rattled and whirred overhead. *Smeg*. The lone word hung in the air in the way that bricks don't, and he couldn't quite express himself any other way. Huddling into his coat, the small shack provided shelter, and he pressed back into the corner to get out of the rain.

A dim flicker caught his eye. Rimmer's lightbee. Holding out his sonic screwdriver, he reversed the polarity of the neutron flow, kicking it momentarily back into life. His old friend flickered into existence. "Help me. You're our only hope". It seemed as though the figure placed something in the foreground, but without the 1.21 Gigawatts required to restart the hard light drive, that mystery would remain.

The rain seemed to ease, and lifting the brim of his hat, he saw a dark figure in the distance.

"Kryten? Kryten, man. Is that you?"

"Mister Lister! I thought you'd gone!". The mechanoid seemed ill at ease, and took a seat when indicated. Dave inquired as to his wellbeing.

"Last night I had a dream. Only, it wasn't me standing there. It was you".

Lister's face flickered the merest hint of an emotion. He stroked the sub-ether sense-o-matic in his pocket, and remembered the cool blue fields of home. "And what of Cat? I know where Rimmer is, but we can't solve this without Cat".

"He got scared, sir. He's such a coward."

The shack shook, rattling in the coming storm. Great gusts of wind howled, rain lashed, and with a tearing of steel and tin, their sanctuary seemed to drift up, off, uncontrollably. When the sounds and movement subsided, they almost couldn't bear to look.

Lister peered through a gap in the building. "Kryten, man. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore".