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Short, but… well, it's short. The sweet part comes tomorrow. ;P
Zen & the Art
Of the Car Park
Arthur blinked, trying to encourage his eyes to adjust faster.
"Ford," he said uncertainly, "where are we?"
It took Ford a few moments to reply, not for lack of an answer but rather because it seemed that the answer should, by all rights, be more complicated than it actually was.
"We're in the car park," Ford told him finally.
Arthur blinked again. "The what?"
"The car park. Outside the Restaurant at the End of the Universe."
Arthur's vision cleared, and he looked around and saw that Ford was absolutely right.
"Is it safe?" he asked nervously.
"Is anything?" returned Ford. He started for the entrance to the restaurant, tugging on Arthur's hand. "Only one way to find out."
As they entered the restaurant, Ford discretely let go of Arthur's hand.
Off in the distance, a robot they hadn't bothered to notice had made it halfway to the nearest phone booth.