7. The Wabbit in the Leafy Atrium.

Inside the building, - the Casa Madre dei Mutilati di Guerra - the team and the cacti were deep in discussion. The Wabbit and Wabsworth were having a principled disagreement about habitats - but looked happy enough. Lapinette was delighted. The cacti clicked their assent. The plants had assembled themself in the atrium in a tasteful manner. Fruit hung from the ceiling. Butterflies emerged, fluttering around in a zig-zag path. Delightful fragrances filled the air. "I'm not certain they should be here, but it does look and smell nice," commented Wabsworth. "I'm very happy there was no conflict," said Lapinette. "All's well that ends well," nodded the Wabbit. "Whate'er the course, the end is the renown," murmured Lapinette. "Everyone's happy except the landlords," commented Wabsworth. The Wabbit shrugged. "They'll love it and leave it, I'm certain. They usually do." Lapinette wasn't so certain of that. "I'll ask Mr Singh to pop in to give horticultural assistance. Watering. Feeding. Weeding." They turned to go, but the Wabbit was uncertain. "How do we get out? That door or that door?" Lapinette was already pirouetting through an exit. "A chance to explore an interesting building!" They prowled the upper floors and looked at statues. "I never knew this was here," said the Wabbit. "Rome is always surprising," commented Wabsworth. "Maybe there's a tea room," said the Wabbit. "Maybe there's a bar," smiled Wabsworth.

6. Lapinette and the Other Entrance

Lapinette took the cacti in the back door so that they could take the plants by surprise. But it was Lapinette who was surprised. "This is like a war memorial for those injured in an old war." The cacti were equally taken aback. "Surely even our errant cousins would never invade such a place. It must be a mistake." Another cactus spoke. "Lead us to the escapees and we'll persuade them of their error. Get them into line, so to speak." But Lapinette knew that the Wabbit had a plan. "Rest easy cacti. Mr Singh assured me you could do the job with the utter diplomacy." The cactus with the jolly smile grinned broadly. "There is the question of renumeration of course. But we'll leave that until later." Lapinette spoke in her sweetest voice. "I've bought you a premium solution of potassium, nitrogen and phosphorous. I got it from Mr Singh." The cacti appeared incredibly pleased and made rustling sounds. Without warning the door creaked open, although there was no-one there. "Our signal to advance," whispered Lapinette. The door gave an ominous creak. The cacti swayed forward and moved towards the entrance. "Look sharp my brothers," said the grinning cactus. His spikes bristled. "We'll round 'em up and knock 'em dead." Then they yelled together. "Spike, spike, spike, spike." Lapinette pulled her gardening gloves on tighter.

5. Lapinette and the Deserted Street

Lapinette was tasked with finding a solution to the plant problem and she knew she might find it here. It wasn't far and even though evening had come round again, she and Susan looked carefully at all the shops. She knew there was a plant shop here, she'd seen it. But where was it? "Keep looking Susan!" Susan dipped her wings and executed a loop the loop. "Steady on there, Susan," squealed Lapinette, "I nearly lost the radio." Susan banked. "I think I see the shop on the other side of the road." Susan swept up and down. "Does it have stacks of cat grass in front." Lapinette clung on tight. "That's the one!" Susan hung on a wing tip. "Not much parking." Lapinette's teeth were chattering. "Just land. People will get out the way." Susan dodged into the central reservation, causing a bus and two taxis to swerve. Several police cars escorting a minor politician took off in fright towards the airport. "Looks like they built this for us," laughed Susan, "But won't we get a ticket?" Lapinette bounded towards Mr Singh's plant emporium. She yelled back. "Don't worry, no-one cares!" Susan tilted onto one wing to allow a screeching ambulance space to pass. It wailed on its way. She heard Lapinette explaining the dilemma to Mr Singh and watched her transport a series of succulents and cactuses on board. "Take off Susan," yelled Lapinette, "before these plants molest me." Susan flew towards the Vatican. "Are they giving you the needle?"

4. The Wabbit and the Plant Headquarters

They knew the plants had to have an HQ and there it was. They crept stealthily in to a building near the castle. Plants stood around in silence. "Do all right for themselves," commented the Wabbit. They pulled out their edged weapons and crept downstairs. Lapinette took the lead and when she encountered a plant-based chair she stuck her weapon into the foliage. There was a small squeak. "It speaks," she said with sarcasm. Wabsworth looked at the Wabbit. "Your ears have grown!" The Wabbit grimaced. "It's all the excitement." He tried to retract them, but they continued to grow. "Must be environmental." He glanced at a sign above a door and shuddered. "They have a meeting room!" yelled Lapinette. The plants cowered back. "They don't seem to like sudden noises," said Wabsworth. "You don't suppose they have a leader?" asked Lapinette. A voice squeaked in a high frequency language they didn't understand. "It's not in my universal translator database," groaned Wabsworth, "I think we have to add it." The Wabbit didn't sound cheerful about that. "Any ideas, Lap?" Lapinette waved her edged weapon. "They transmit biochemical and electrical signals. And volatile organic compounds." The Wabbits enlarged ears flapped. "Yes, I can understand them. They're saying 'don't hurt us'."  He made a series of unintelligible high pitched sounds. Wabsworth made calculations. He joined in the conversation and received a reply. He shook his head. "Unbeleafable!"

3. The Wabbit and the Sticky Tendrils

Susan spotted the Wabbit and Lapinette in one of the many lanes in the artisan district and thought it best to drop Lapinette there and then. Lapinette found herself ejected onto the cobbles. "Eeeek," she yelled. Wabsworth and the Wabbit stared blankly. There were flowers and plants everywhere. "Glad you could drop in!" said the Wabbit. Lapinette waved her paws. "These plants are all over the place, they're taking over!" The Wabbit looked down aghast. "I thought it was a new initiative by the Mayor. You know, for the pilgrims." He brushed frantically at his fur. But the plants were hard to shift. Wabsworth did the same. "I've got some systemic weedkiller in my fur. It might do the trick." But there was no way to detach from the sticky tendrils. Passers-by made their way along the lane but were quickly overcome by sticky green weeds. They all looked up. Susan was hovering overhead. "Can she pull us free?" yelled the Wabbit. "I don't think so," said Lapinette, "She had difficulties earlier." The Wabbit began frantically search his coat. "I have a pair of secateurs I got in a market." As the Wabbit fiddled around, Lapinette started to yank him away. By this time Wabsworth was able to free himself - and he joined in. Together they pulled and pulled, until with a sound like a suction cup the Wabbit managed to detach himself. "Who said flowers were delicate?" he moaned. "The flower people?" retorted Lapinette.

2. Lapinette and the Dangerous Flowers

It was New Year and Lapinette was celebrating her birthday. An unusual flight with Susan the Biplane had been promised - and she decided to accept the offer. They flew high over Rome and descended on Monte Mario to take in the view. But as they approached, strange plants reached out to grasp the undercarriage. With a burst of throttle, Susan shook them off. Lapinette looked back down. "They're like apple blossom. And this isn't spring." Susan wheeled round. "And they're not usually as tenacious. These grip like crocodiles." Lapinette coaxed Susan in the direction of HQ. "Better report in." Susan gave a giggle. "I doubt anyone will be there. I'll bet they're all shopping in the sales." Lapinette laughed. "Including the Wabbit and Wabsworth. They're after another camera lens." Susan responded with a cackle. "Like they need one." The plane shook. "More plants!" yelled Susan. She headed off above the Tiber, figuring they'd be less plants. But the city was alive with apple blossom. It twisted round towers and covered buildings. Tendrils hung from the Colosseum and blossom covered the Circus Maximus. "At least nothing is fruiting." Lapinette's aversion to fruit was well known. "I wouldn't say that!" said Susan. "I can see a giant orange." She veered in the direction of one of the main shopping streets. "It looks clear over there." Lapinette nodded. "Find a place to land." She waited. Then she spotted tendrils making their way across Via Paula bus station. One bus was completely full of plants. "Susan. On the other paw, land anywhere you like!"

1. The Wabbit one Hogmanay Afternoon

The Wabbit was drifting up Via Gregorio VII, deep in contemplation. It was a fine Hogmanay afternoon. Things were quiet. All the shops were closed, even the Wabbit's favourite bar. A few stragglers made their way home, bearing liquid refreshment. The sun threw long tranquil shadows on the sidewalk. A sudden shout split the silence. "What ho, Commander!" Wabsworth had crept up on the Wabbit and aimed to surprise him. "Hello Wabs, what gives?" said the Wabbit. Wabsworth gave him a funny look. "You know what day this is?" "Aye," said the Wabbit, "It's Hogmanay."  They both walked up the road together. "Are we ganging thegither?" asked Wabsworth. "Like freedom and whisky?" laughed the Wabbit. "Best not to peak too early," Wabsworth smiled. He was an android copy of the Wabbit, so he knew all that stuff. "Where's Lapinette? Cleaning the house?" The Wabbit grinned. "She left that to the Department. She's giving a pre New Year address to the powers that be." "Who be they?" asked Wabsworth. The Wabbit turned to look at Wabsworth. "They be the high heid yins." Wabsworth cackled. "Kilts wae tweed jaikets and haggis filled sporrans?" The Wabbit shrugged. "Some things never change." Wabsworth shrugged too. "Ah weel, Happy Hogmanay?" The Wabbit pretended to look appalled. "You know fine weel no-one ever says that."

The Wabbit at his Xmas Adventure Caffè

The team gathered at the chosen Adventure Caffè to discuss the latest crazy Adventure. Wabsworth was still fiddling with the movie camera. He looked up. "Go on Skratch. Tell us what kind of adventure we just had." Skratch was about to begin when Wabsworth pressed a switch. A skeleton appeared behind. the Wabbit. He pressed it again. People in the Caffè began shrieking. The skeleton began to wave, and it let out a long low moan. "Good fun, this machine," commented Wabsworth. The Wabbit and Lapinette didn't turn a hair. Skratch was faintly amused. "That's quite a projection device. Does it sing?" Wabsworth nodded. He had secretly programmed the device beforehand. He smiled. The skeleton began to warble. "Jingle Bones, Jingle Bones. Jingle all the day! Oh what fun, it is to be, a bag of bones all day!" Customers smiled. Now they realised it was fake, they could go on with their important business of eating and drinking. "Well done Wabsworth!" said Lapinette. "Now we can wish everyone a Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas!" grinned the Wabbit. "To one and all!" said the skeleton. "Have a very Merry Christmas, all of our readers!" they yelled.

5. Wabsworth and the Wabbit's Project

The Wabbit and Lapinette tracked Wabsworth down to Campo de' Fiori. He'd been strolling amongst the market stalls but hadn't bought anything. He was delighted to see the Wabbit and even more delighted to find he'd been brought a project. He grabbed the camera. "We can't open it and .." said the Wabbit. With a flick of his wrist, Wabsworth opened the casing. It seemed incomplete but the rudiments of a movie camera were inside. "What's the problem?" he ventured. Lapinette jumped up and down. "When we look through the viewfinder, we can see skeletrons, moving around alive like you or me." Wabsworth examined it. "Like that skeleton behind us." Lapinette and the Wabbit looked behind but could see nothing. They shook their heads. "You can see one?" asked Lapinette. "Yes, replied Wabsworth, "I have superior senses to you." The skeleton rolled back his head and roared with laughter. "I heard that," said Lapinette. "So did I" The Wabbit nodded with vigour. "It's a hologram," grinned Wabsworth. "This unusual camera has been adapted to project holographically. With a sense of humour." He flicked a switch and Lapinette and the Wabbit could see the skeleton. He flicked the switch the other way. The skeleton disappeared entirely. But so did the Wabbit. Wabsworth gave the camera a shake. The Wabbit reappeared. "Intermittent fault," said Wabsworth. The Wabbit groped his fur to see if he was really back. "I don't believe it!"

4. The Wabbit and the Skeleton Chair

"Let me have the camera," said Lapinette. She looked through the viewfinder and there were three skeletons. They seemed to be window shopping. "Skeletrons all right," she murmured. The Wabbit could see nothing, only an old chair. "I can see an old chair with the springs sticking out." Lapinette laughed. "So can I." The Wabbit grabbed the camera. Now he could see three skeletons. He handed it back with a grimace. "Three ladies and a man," said Lapinette. "How can you possibly tell?" asked the Wabbit. "Pelvis and the head," replied Lapinette. She was a bit of an archaeologist in her spare time and had seen more than a few ancient bones. "I suppose the ladies are window shopping," said the Wabbit. "Oh," said Lapinette, "How can you tell?" "Just a hunch," smiled the Wabbit. Lapinette pondered. "I suppose the camera sees different things." "In time and space," said the Wabbit. Lapinette snorted. She usually knew better than to argue with the Wabbit, but she risked it. "Not on that chair they didn't." "Maybe they arrived on it," smirked the Wabbit. "They wouldn't have the guts for it," quipped Lapinette. "I suppose the chair's waiting to be recovered," said the Wabbit weakly. "That's enough of that," groaned Lapinette, "so what are we going to do?" The Wabbit thought. "We're going to go to Wabsworth, open the camera and take it apart." Lapinette groaned again. "With a skeleton key." 

3. The Wabbit and the old Movie Camera

Via Giulia warmed up under a cloudy sky as Lapinette and the Wabbit tumbled out of the church junk shop. They were clutching an old movie camera like treasure. The Wabbit moved the viewfinder to his eye and squinted. "Needs work," he said. "What's that lens at the top," asked Lapinette. "It appears to be a light meter," replied the Wabbit. He knew the camera was eight millimetre but he'd never seen one quite like this. He moved it into the orange light from a hotel's Christmas decorations. "I think it used double 8mm. After exposure it would be split at the processors. It doubled the length." Lapinette shrugged. "What lab would you take it to?" The Wabbit gave a wry laugh."I rather doubt there are any. This camera's day is long gone. I'll take it to Wabsworth." Something flickered in the viewfinder. The Wabbit gasped. "That's strange." He looked again. "People look like skeletons. They're moving around. They look bad to the bone." Lapinette shrieked. "Skeletrons?" He reexamined the camera. It whirred. "That's funny. There was no film inside." He tried to open the compartment, but it was stuck fast. "Maybe there's a hare in the gate?" suggested Lapinette. "Very funny," grunted the Wabbit. "Let me see for a second." Lapinette grabbed the camera and looked through the viewfinder. "Aaagh! I don't like the look of this!" she squealed.

2. The Wabbit and the Charity Shop

Inside the doors was a warm and inviting space. It was a charity shop run by the church and there was every chance he might find an unobtainable item. He grinned with pleasure. His eyes flickered over the artifacts. There were objects of every possible description, and they seemed in no particular order. The Wabbit rubbed his paws together in glee. He was glancing around when he heard a noise. With a shriek, Lapinette jumped out from behind a giant vase. The Wabbit placed his paw on his heart in fake surprise. "I thought you were my assailant. Good thing I didn't shoot you!" Lapinette smiled. "My Wabbit. Is someone after you?" The Wabbit balanced between crockery. "Not in the Holy Charity Shop, I hope." Lapinette went to the door and looked outside. "Not a soul. Must have been your imagination." The Wabbit knew his imagination didn't need any help. He looked at the goods. "See anything that takes your fancy?" "Yes," laughed Lapinette. "As it happens, I saw a pile of ancient cameras." The Wabbit paid little attention, but it was a ruse. "Over there," she pointed. The Wabbit was an old hand at markets and thought if he showed too much interest, the price would go up. "Where?" he asked. "There," said Lapinette. "Oh, these old things." The Wabbit looked disinterested but he wandered over for a look. His eyes lit up and his paw stretched out ...

1. The Wabbit and a Hazardous Hop

The Wabbit wasn't strolling and he wasn't hopping. He was stomping. His feet hit Via Giulia's cobbles with each step. He was convinced he was being followed, and he wanted to let the follower know he was being followed. It was a bit hard on the feet. The Wabbit ignored it. He felt in his fur for his automatic. It was reassuring even if he didn't use it. He'd always liked Via Giulia, but tonight he felt an air of menace. Perhaps it was just damp in the air from an unexpected shower. He had a loose arrangement to meet Lapinette over by Campo de' Fiori - maybe for the cinema, maybe a prosecco. But he knew Lapinette liked Via Giulia so she might pass this way. A boot scraped on the cobbles. He looked behind him. There wasn't much of a sidewalk and loose cobbles made his passage hazardous. He cursed the slow rate of progress on the road and hopped across a deep pothole, scattering a few cobbles. There was that noise again. It wasn't really a footstep, more of a scraping or a grating. He noticed a doorway to a church he knew and decided to make a visit. At the very least he might throw off his tail. He smiled at his pun and made for the door. The noises died away. The thought of meeting Lapinette cheered him up, so he grinned and pushed his way through the heavy swing door.

The Wabbit's Famous Adventure Caffè

They met before the Adventure Caffè. Each had told the other they were going to get the whisky for St Andrew's Day. Each went separately to Doreca because they had the best stock of malt whisky in town. So they met outside by surprise. Lapinette hung on the door. "What kind of whisky would you like?" The Wabbit laughed. "Laphraoig with extra peat." They Wabbit would drink pure unadulterated peat if he could. Wabsworth was an android and expected to come up with something unusual."Torabhaig please, for the discerning android." Lapinette was expected to make an exciting choice but plumped for tradition - with Lagavulin. "A tasty and invigorating experience," she trilled. Skratch made an interesting geo-political choice. "Auchentoshan, a lowland malt with an Irish heritage." He sniffed as if he could already smell it. "Lapinette, off you go," said the Wabbit. "Put it all on the Department's expenses account." Wabsworth was dubious. "Will they authorise that?" The Wabbit grinned. "I'll sign it through as cultural spending." They all laughed. "OK, Skratch," said Lapinette. "What was that for a sort of adventure we just had?" Skratch meaowed. "It's a case of the parts and the whole." Lapinette swung on the door. "Yes, it has a seamless unity which merged with its own construction." Wabsworth looked serious. "In the tradition of the Moebius Strip?" The Wabbit felt a joke coming on. "Let's go down to the Strip, see what Caffè mischief we can rustle up."

6. The Wabbit and the Derelict Beach Hut

The Wabbit and Lapinette came stumbling out of a derelict beach hut on Fregene beach. "Do get a move on, Wabbit." Lapinette waved her paws frantically. "This place is going to vanish into the sea!" She hurried along, her tartan frock flaring behind her. The Wabbit looked unconcerned and gave a friendly wave to the Raven he'd left behind. But the weather was closing in. He heard a peal of thunder and glowered at the sky. "Accursed weather," he grimaced. He sank into the sand - which was beginning to shift. "Better get out of here," he muttered. "I just said that," shouted Lapinette. The Wabbit leaped over the rocks. "What about the tourists?" Lapinette growled. "Can you see any?" They made their way further up the deserted beach. They looked behind them. The beach hut crumbled. Rafters fell with a crash. Before long, the hut was gone. Wind blew sand across the remains. "What about the Raven?" asked Lapinette. The Wabbit shrugged. "He'll be fine in his bunker." They knew the Raven's plans for a tourist revival were becoming remote. They turned and looked to see if any of the many seaside restaurants were open. Most were shuttered against the weather, but lights glowed from Il Delfino. "I can smell fish." Lapinette looked delighted. The Wabbit's nose twitched. "And prosecco." They headed in the direction of the restaurant. "Shall we enjoy a tasty meal?" He brushed sand from his fur. "We'd be foolish not to," murmured Lapinette. 

5. The Wabbit and the Raven on the Cloud

They rounded a corner and made their way through a bleak tunnel. It was half reinforced by iron rods and concrete blocks. Some one had built it to last. "Caw," said a voice. They came to a standstill. "I know that caw," said the Wabbit. Lapinette stretched her paws out. "So do I. Nice Raven. Nice Raven!" The Raven cawed again. "I'm not nice, I can be thoroughly unpleasant. I have my own cloud." Lapinette grinned. "How many ravens do you know, Wabbit?" The Wabbit stuck his paw in his fur. "Just this one. Same as you." The Raven fluttered. "Do you require a message? You may have one if you brought me power tools." The Wabbit laughed. "I'll put in a chit." Lapinette had her paws on her hips. "What is this place, Raven?" "This is the Bunker under the Beach. Built to repel nuclear attack." The Wabbit shook his head. "Scrapped?" The Raven cawed long and hard, then shrugged with its wings. "It fell under a spell. Things vanished into thin air. Just junk, dreams and this cloud remain." They stood quietly for a while, drinking in fresh air that came from a nearby inlet. "I suppose you want out," cawed the Raven. "That would be a plan," commented the Wabbit. "I'll take you, but I have a message for outside," said the raven. "This location needs refurbishment, tourists, coach tours." Lapinette folded her paws. "And a caffe-bar." The Wabbit dug his paw into his fur. "I'll put it to the Department. In the mean time, look out for that cloud or you'll be mist."

[Raven by https://pixabay.com/users/dshap-35921910/]

4. The Wabbit and the Storage Facility

The Wabbit and Lapinette dropped through the steep chasm. Sand gave way to bricks. They found themselves in an abandoned storage facility. The Wabbit picked himself up and dusted himself down. "Amazing what you find under the beach." On instinct he dug in his fur for his automatic. Lapinette was already on her feet and waving an edged weapon. The Wabbit felt a negative presence and he fired. Lapinette swung the blade and connected with something. She felt the blade carve into an object - but to no avail. "Something here," muttered the Wabbit. "Nothing good," growled Lapinette. She expected to see a sign, blood, hair, something. The Wabbit fanned the trigger, more for effect than anything else. He fired a few more rounds, just to watch bullets ricochet around. "Only ghosts." Lapinette shrugged. She peered into the gloom. "What's in the storage cannisters?" She tapped one with the handle of her knife. "They sound empty." In the Wabbit's experience cannisters were seldom empty. They both shrugged. Weapons at the ready they made their way along the passageway. Yet all the time they sensed a presence. Lapinette shuddered. The Wabbit tapped another cannister with his gun. "Oooooooooooh." The Wabbit tapped again. "Make yourself known." Lapinette tapped too. "Nooooooooooh." "I thought I detected a negative presence," snorted the Wabbit.

[Background picture: https://pixabay.com/users/conner-95506/ ]

3. The Wabbit as Clouds Rolled In

Things changed. The sky had been the clearest blue but dark clouds rolled in and rain began. Little spits at first, then all of a sudden, lashing rain. The Wabbit and Lapinette scampered for cover and took shelter by an old out-building in need of repair. "Ah well, worse things happen at sea," said the Wabbit. Lapinette gave the Wabbit a look and plucked an umbrella from her frock. "You think you're very funny." She put up the umbrella and they both sheltered under it. The building gave them a little protection, but the rain was approaching horizontal. The Wabbit was glad of the umbrella. He said so. Lapinette gathered much-needed warmth from the building. "Get closer to the wall, Wabbit."  He leant against it and muttered something about clouds and rain and general wetness. The sky grew blacker, and he heard a peal of thunder. He gave an involuntary shudder. "Do remember the cloud entity?" Lapinette nodded. "That was in Torino in specific circumstances." The Wabbit dug his feet into the sand. "I feel an adventure coming on." Lapinette did the same. "Nothing from the Department." "The Department is slow," said the Wabbit. At that moment he heard a noise. It was somewhere between a creak and a slosh. They both looked down. The sand was giving way. A chasm appeared. "Looks deep!" With a sudden lurch they were sliding. Lapinette grasped her umbrella as if it would help. The Wabbit grabbed her paw as they both vanished into an ever-widening fissure.

2. The Wabbit and Clouds on the Beach

The Wabbit had to meet Lapinette at the beach. It was a fine day with hardly a cloud in the sky. Lapinette climbed the rocks, bounded at the Wabbit and fired several kisses at him - all of which landed. The Wabbit pretended to lap them off and grinned. "No clouds," he said." Lapinette landed on the rocks. "Only a few contrails." The Wabbit looked up and saw one in the distance. They were close to Fiumicino airport and so any kind of vapour trails were visible. "Contributes to global warming?" he observed. "Minimal," responded Lapinette. The Wabbit thought he was funny. "Seeding the environment with barium?" Lapinette laughed. "Seeding the environment with drivel." The Wabbit stuck his paw in his fur and adopted a serious expression. "It's an evil scheme to poison our prosecco." "Nonsense, our prosecco is unharmed." replied Lapinette. "You're just part of the conspiracy," said the Wabbit. "Don't spray me," laughed Lapinette. They both giggled and rolled about. "What about the Cloud, what's it made of?" asked the Wabbit - when they had time to draw a breath. "Linux servers, mostly," responded Lapinette. They both giggled hysterically. "I'll take you for a drink," winked the Wabbit. "I'm floating on air," smiled Lapinette. 

1. The Wabbit high up in The Cloud

The Wabbit was exploring on his day off. He'd found a way in to the Cloud building in EUR, just to take a look and see what the fuss was about. He was impressed. What if all buildings could be like this - ordinary on the outside and amazing on the inside? He'd had to climb a stationary escalator because of some security hoo-hah - and was feeling in need of a refreshment. He looked all around. None of the bars were open. He shrugged and mentally formulated a letter of complaint. He knew that the cloud was a much-used term these days. It usually referred to available space on other people's computers and wasn't really in what people called the sky. Even clouds vanished pretty smartly in the upper layers of the atmosphere. The Wabbit decided it was a silly name but you had to call it something. He started to hum. "Hey you, get off of my cloud." He looked this way and that, to see if anyone had heard. There was no-one on his part of the cloud and that was just the way he liked it. A few spectators gathered on a different level. "Stay exactly where you are," he murmured. He imagined the world had stopped. "I don't suppose my judgement could be clouded," he thought. He giggled and made for a lift. He had to meet Lapinette and it wouldn't do to be late - so he'd better come down from his cloud. He went on his way, laughing at his own joke.