Trillian blinked at Arthur. "Let me see if I have this right," she said slowly, "we ran into an angel who left heaven to look for other universes and that angel is now..." "Having a drink with Ford." Arthur finished. Trillian shook her head. "We'd better find them." "How?" Arthur asked. He was forever getting lost on the ship. Trillian sighed. "There's a button."

They were playing a popular drinking game* that Ford tended to lose. He was, in fact, in the process of losing again. The angel grinned smugly at the very drunk Ford. "I won," he slurred. Ford glanced desperately at the door through the haze of alcohol. "S'not fair. Your 'n angel. Got heavenly- heavenly powers." The angel looked smug. "Didn' use them. You've got to. S' the rules." Ford gulped and nodded. The angel grinned an extremely unangelic grin and shuddered as the alcohol left his system. "I want to be sober for this." Ford blinked. "Not-not fair. Do angels get hangovers?" The angel shook his head. "No." Then he shot Ford a look not unlike a Jinxian Tiger just before it pounces on some unsuspecting tourists who stopped to pet it. Ford staggered up reluctantly closely followed by the angel.

The ship crashed into a world that quite simply appeared out of nowhere. Zaphod and Trillian both turned to Arthur. "Er," he said, "er, I guess that wasn't the right button..." Trillian sighed "Let's go see where we are, Zaphod." Ford and the angel both chose that moment to make their entrance. Ford looked like he'd been beaten over the head with a brick. The angel looked like he was trying not to laugh. "I can't believe you did that." Ford winced. "Never speak of it again." Zaphod raised three eyebrows at the two. They both ignored this. Ford glanced at Arthur. "Let me guess," he said, "you broke something." Arthur opened is mouth to say, no I didn't break it exactly, but Zaphod, Trillian Ford, and the angel were already walking to the air lock. "I didn't really break it, you know." He commented plaintively. Marvin ignored him. Arthur sighed and followed the others.

Eddies was refusing to open the hatch again. Zaphod was seriously considering the ax option when the angel broke in, "Why don't you ask, Ford." Ford shot him a glare that would have made the ravenous bugblatter beast of traal reconsider. The angel just smiled innocently. Ford sighed and said, "Please open the door, Eddie." Eddie then giggled. "Oh," he stammered, "all right." He giggled again and Ford winced. Zaphod stared at Ford. "What'd you do to the computer man?" Ford shuddered. "I don't want to talk about it." The angel giggled. Ford glared at everybody else in the ship and stalked out. The others followed at a distance, except the angel who seemed impervious to Ford's bad temper. Arthur paused. "Does this look familiar?" He was ignored as usual, which was a pity because in this case the question was entirely justified.

* The game where you use telekinetic powers to tip the drink into your opponent's glass until the bottle was empty. Then the loser had to do something, usually obscenely biological. Ford usually didn't mind losing.