Arthur appeared to be lying down. Everything was so very bright. It hurt his eyes.

He closed them, opened them again slowly. His eyes focused and he noticed a figure walking towards him. Was it Trillian? His heart gave a leap. He closed his eyes again. The brightness was too unbearable to look at. He felt a hand on his cheek. The hand left his cheek. He felt angry. He reached out, murmured "Trillian..." the hand came back, but this time it slapped him, hard, on the cheek. A voice called out.

"Arthur! Arthur, wake up!"

Arthur was jolted into consciousness. He sat up, eyes still closed. "Trillian?"

"No, it's Ford!"

"Yeah, we're at this really hoopy party," Zaphod's voice interrupted.

Arthur groaned. Here we go again...