The plane had landed, and Cyborg stretched like he never had before. He breathed in Australia. It smelled warm.

Raven forced herself to follow him. She kept her hood up. She was not getting sunburn.

Customs was simple, apart from when Cyborg had to give some ham in, because pig meat was illegal here or something like that. On the way out, he took a little blue mask to look cool. "Hey, Raven!"

Raven turned around.

"I'm a Doctor!"

"Cool," Raven said, dully.

"Aw, c'mon Raven, we're gonna have a great time. See, you don't even have to get changed to go swimming!"

"Who said I was going swimming?"

"...Me?"

"I'm not going swimming. I'll get sunburnt. I'll be soaking wet."

"You'll dry off in a matter of-"

"-Sunburn," Raven reminded him. "I'm not swimming."

"Fine. But I bet you will. Eventually."

Raven ignored him, and got a taxi.

"Why do we need a taxi?"

"Because I'm not getting sunburnt."

"The hotel is just up the road. And we aren't loaded."

Raven let an old lady take the taxi instead. "Alright. Well, lead the way."

Cyborg walked out of the airport customs and onto the street. Even though Raven was there, she was surprised that he did it so easily. For her, customs was like a maze. Pathetic and annoying. Well, everything here was just like back home, apart from more people jogging everywhere, less cars, more kids running around without parents, and more parks. This place was way too happy. All the shops had super-bright signs. There was lots of sweetie shops and toy shops, and ice cream shops. There was a supermarket and the normal clothes, wool and phone shops. But it generally made Raven have the idea of 'children rule all'.

Speaking of shops, they needed to get some currency. Wait, wait, they'd already done that. Nevermind.

It was about a mile to the hotel in the end, and Cyborg was still wearing the mask. They passed a skate park, where instead of everyone having their trousers down to their knees and swearing at each other, dealing you-know-what, they seemed to be good people having a good time. There was a day nursery that was deserted, apart from a few people running past, probably because it was a Saturday. It was also Winter here. It was the equivalent of summer back home. But the thing is, it didn't feel warm. If it didn't feel warm, and the sun was burning you, you ought to stay inside. You won't know when you're getting sunburnt.

When they reached the hotel, it turned out to be a youth hostel. "You're kidding me," Cyborg said, staring up at the building.

"Nope, see, I told you Australia would suck."

"Oh well! We're going to be outside most of the time anyway!"

"If by outside you mean in a shop or under an umbrella at the beach, then yes."

Cyborg walked into the building, checked them both in, and they ran upstairs to their rooms-half the size of the rooms at the tower-dumped their stuff, and dashed out again. Raven got dragged.

Cyborg didn't seem like he knew where he wanted to go, but he was going somewhere. He was going down the street fast enough that Raven had to run to keep up. He suddenly stopped next to an ice cream parlour. "Best Ice-cream in the world, it says on the sign!"

Oh, yeah. The sign. They always told you the truth. Raven followed him in, found some money, and bought an icecream that was piled right up. It was going to fall any minute. She formed it so that it wouldn't with her powers. That way she wouldn't get dirty.

Breeze told the guy that they should at least go and get some fire engines to put out the fires before the whole plane exploded. He just said that he wasn't in charge. Breeze lookead around for a payphone, realising she was right next to one. She called 911. She told them to get a fire engine down to the plane crash, and that it was obviously the smart idea. She got told that the emergeny line was for emergencies only, and that they were working on it. She hung up.

"I'm meant to let them burn because 'It's being dealt with'?" Breeze hugged Beastboy. "That sucks," she muttered.

Beastboy didn't know what he turned into, but it was fluffy, so he'd live. Hopefully. He patted her back.

Blizzard slipped himself into one of the seats, because it wasn't like there was anything he could do.

Black Ice moved over to him. "Blizzard, if we don't do something, NOW, we're going to crash, and, most likely, die. Are you going to help out?"

"How?"

"Get everyone who wants to live in their seats. I'll do the rest. It's been a while since I've done free running." He gave him a reassuring smile.

What was he thinking of doing? Whatever it was, it was probably better than dying. So he went around the plane, saying that if everyone sat down in their seats with their setabelts on, they'd live. Not many people actually sat down, so instead he ran up to the cockpit and knocked on the door. When it opened, he told the pilot to tell everyone to sit down. It worked. Blizzard sat down as well. The ground was really close now, whatever Icy was planning on doing, it had better work.

Suddenly the plane broke in two. The top carried on flying, but the floor and luggage all fell down. They fell, and fell, and fell, and when they hit the ground, still sitting upright, they bounced.

Icy's voice was on the intercom. "Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen, for remaining calm during this procedure."

The top half of the plane exploded in the background.

"Please fly with us again sometime."