I’ve finally woken up. Some people may think that seven hours sleep is excessive when you’re on a mission in a parallel universe. They’re idiots though, you can’t beat nap time.
The sun, such as it is, has risen and we’ve got a better idea of where we are. The light given off by the feeble star is a kind of sickly green colour so looking around too much makes you feel nauseous.
We were correct in thinking that we’re on the back of a giant sponge whale; Sally has made telepathic contact and his name is Derek. On this planet, Derek means ‘he who is a gigantic sea mammal made of porous material and is rather a nice guy actually’. Derek is taking us towards Barbara, a fellow sponge-whale continent on whose back is located the great domed city of Patcash.
Hans is dangling his feet over the edge of Derek and splashing. The ocean consists of a substance very similar to malt vinegar. I wish I had some chips with me.
I’ll let you know when we reach Barbara.
