'So we've got the Vodka in the Impulse engine. What now?' Archer had to shout to be heard over the sound of the engineering crew playing 'Bogies' to pass the time.

'Ummm. Now we need hairdryers. Lots of hairdryers. Note to self: Never let crew get so bored they resort to playing Bogies.'

'Hairdryers? What for?'

'Did someone say hairdryers? You're not getting mine!' Trip was suddenly alert, ready to pounce on anyone who might try to steal his precious hairdryer.

'Trip, I'm sorry but we need all the hairdryers we can get, this impulse engine ain't gonna work if it's cold!' Random Author stepped forward.

'Give me the hairdryer Trip.'

'No! It's mine! My precioussssssssss!'

'Wrong story! Now hand over that hairdryer!' Trip backed away, only to walk into a wall of engineers.

'Noooo! Not my hairdryer! Please, anything but that!' Random Author paused.

'Anything?'

'Anything.' Random thought for a moment then said... 'I suppose one hairdryer won't make all that much difference. You can keep yours.'

'Thank you! Thank you!' Trip curled into a ball and sat rocking his hairdryer.

'All right, all of you. You need to scour this ship. I want every hairdryer onboard down here and warming that engine!' Archer set the engineers to work before gently rolling Trip into a corner out of the way.

Much later... Shouting to be heard over the roar of 86 hairdryers, Archer turned to Random.

'What now?'

'Now we launch shuttle pods 1 and 2. Oh and we'll need about 200 bed sheets.'

'Bed sheets?'

'Trust me, I'm The Author.' With that Random grinned and vanished back into reality.

'I wish she wouldn't keep doing that! Bed sheets?' Archer turned and nearly fell over Trip who'd crawled out of the corner and was trying to liberate one of the hairdryers. 'Leave those alone! You've got your own!'

'Awwwwwwwww!' Trip stuck his tongue out and went back to his corner.