I've been requested to write the next chapter... so at great personal cost, I will devote a few minutes to doing so.

Zaphod sat up, and looked around. His heads were ringing, and he felt like he had downed a gallon of that Ol' Janx Spirit. Come to think of it, maybe that was the reason. He wasn't quite sure.

His surroundings were far less surprising than many situations he had woken up to over the years. He appeared to be sitting amidst a tangle of purple trees growing amidst mauve grass under a sickeningly violet sky. Nearby was a burning wreck that resembled a crashed Betelgeusian Cruiser.

He looked up at the violent looking sky in disgust. It was that exactly right shade of violet that made him think of murky yellow, which in turn reminded him of once drinking a pitifully weak drink somewhere in the western spiral arm of the galaxy.

Turning back to the burning wreck which resembled a crashed Betelgeusian Cruiser, he pondered what it was, why it was burning, how it had come to be there and why it resembled a crashed Betelgeusian Cruiser.

He looked up towards the sickening sky again, and then back down at the wreck. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps the wreck was burning because it was on fire. Pleased with his discovery, he wondered towards the pile of metal, strangely transfixed by a few letters stencilled on the side of the ship. Upon reading them, he was stunned to find that not only did the wreck look like a crashed Betelgeusian Cruiser, but it was labelled as one as well. He wondered what the chances were, and turned to consult the ever annoying Eddie.

Suddenly he realised that he was not on the Heart of Gold, nor was he in any other kind of ship. He suddenly recalled crashing his ship, a Betelgeusian Cruiser. For a moment he stood still in shock. It took him several moments for him to recover.

He put the fiery wreck beside him together with the memory of crashing his ship, and was stunned to find it all made sense. Still, the statistics involved amazed him. What were the chances of having crashed on a planet in a Betelgeusian Cruiser at the same time as another Betelguesian Cruiser crashed on the very same planet? It was unthinkable, which did not really bother Zaphod—thinking was not one of his better traits.

Bemused, he stumbled off into the woods. Hopefully he could find a bar before the sky turned turquoise.