The Wabbit materialised on the planet below. Quantum departed to locate a parking place. He grumbled but off he went. They'd picked up a creature on sensors and it might be Uber Teller Tonk. The Wabbit was delegated to find out. He sauntered on the rough surface of the planet and whistled a merry tune. Tonk was oblivious. He stared at his reflection in the skies. "I am master of all I survey!" he exclaimed. Behind him lay his watery planet. And so did the Wabbit. "Hello there Jimmy," he murmured. Tonk did not turn, but his tinfoil ears moved a bit, "Who dares disturb me here, on my very own exoplanety planet." His arms embraced the scene as if to indicate the scope of his ownership. "Just a wee bit Wabbit from Earth," said the Wabbit. "What do you want?" groaned Tonk. "I'm on vacation," replied the Wabbit. He rummaged in his fur for the reverse map. "You're in the
Rough Guide for the Best Planet. It says here for a Wee Visit, speak to Tonk." Tonk continued to stare into space. "I never agreed to any such thing." The Wabbit rocked back on his heels. "Uberclerk Zzorp has papers. Invoices and receipts." Tonk paused. "I should never have got involved with his stupid bed and breakfast scheme." The Wabbit relaxed into holiday mode. "Where are the padlocks with the codes? I'm ready to settle in." Tonk breathed along sigh. "Over there on my watery planet. Every cave has a special number. Please get it right." The Wabbit grinned. "Otherwise?" Tonk grimaced. "It explodes with you inside."
