Arthur felt himself floating in an infinite void, where nothing was real and everything was real. He wondered where he was, what had happened, and, most of all, if there was any tea here.

Even though Arthur had been used to being blow up, this was different. This was Stavro Mula Beta different. He had been to Stavro Mula Beta. He had ducked to avoid the gunshot. Agrajag had been killed once again. Then a giant light. Then there was this ephemeral void he was floating in.

Arthur thought he heard a voice calling to him. It sounded familiar. It made him forget all of his troubles. He did some bobbing and swimming through the nothingness, which reminded him of all the times he had flown on the planet Krikket. As he got closer to the voice, he immediately realized whom it belonged to: Fenchurch. Whit a shock, Arthur realized that either he was dead or ceased to exist in all points of time. Suddenly, everything became clear to him; every problem in the universe seemed solvable all of a sudden. As he floated through this new-found Nirvana, he felt warm and happy and…

"Arthur!" Fenchurch yelled. Arthur opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a green hill, surrounded by a massive city.

"What happened?" he asked blearily.

"Well, after I suddenly found myself on this planet a few years ago," Fenchurch replied, "I've been trying to find you. Today, I just decided to sit on this hill when you just pop out of thin air, unconscious, and I've been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes."

"Ah, er…what's the name of this planet, and why is this hill in the middle of a city?"

"This is Eta Carinae Delta. Rather peculiar planet. This hill's artificial; it's the city that is natural."

"Umm…I see…Sort of…"

Fenchurch laughed, "It's okay, I had trouble figuring it all out a first too."

"So, er…what have you been up to?"

Fenchurch shrugged her shoulders in a way that reminded Arthur that he still loved her.

"Not much. The citizens of Eta Carinae Delta are kind of, well, stiff. It makes sense, though, as they're all robots. It's a good thing Sirius Cybernetics Corporation doesn't know about this place; they would try to reprogram them to do totally useless crap. Anyway, if you want to live here, you have to obtain an OCI."

"Er…what's an OCI?"

"It stands for Organic Citizen's Identification. It looks like this."

Fenchurch reached into the handbag she was wearing that Arthur noticed looked like a small hard drive-it even had the Apple symbol on it-and pulled out a credit card sized device that looked like an internal modem. On one side was circuitry and a small black panel that had "Fenchurch, Earth, Homo sapiens, Class C license" printed on it. The other side had a barcode that was rather long and had a number that looked like Ford Prefect's most recent bill at a pub in Salem.

"This," Fenchurch stated matter-of-factly, "Is an OCI."

"Um…I don't think I'd want to really live here."

"That's okay, a Class C license is only temporary. Where would you like to go?"

Arthur paused as he thought of all the places he knew of in the universe, and how most of them were places he'd never like to see, hear, smell, taste, touch, or ever think about again. He thought about how much he wanted to say "Earth," but couldn't because it had been blown up. Unless…

"Fenchurch," Arthur started, "Do you still have a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?"

"Of course. I never go anywhere without it."

"May I see it for a moment?"

Fenchurch delved once again into her computer/handbag and pulled out her copy of an electronic book that is more informed than Everything About the Universe: The Abridged Version, more inexpensive that Encyclopedia Galactica, and more controversial than All the Secrets Nobody Wants You to Know About Your Neighbor's Love Life. In some parts of the galaxy, it has replaced more standard-and veritable-books of reference, and in other parts of the galaxy, mostly the ones with the companies for these more standard and veritable books, it has been banned and anyone caught with possession of one is sentenced to death, the Total Perspective Vortex, or, if the court finds them guilty in conjunction with a series of more heinous crimes, sending out for a tax-return.

It was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and currently Arthur was frantically pressing buttons searching for a single entry that would make him feel better about stuff. He got to a page and scrolled down until he got to an entry between Eartinus and Eccentrica Galumbits. It read only two words, but to Arthur they were the most beautiful words he had ever heard. "Earth: Mostly Harmless." The Guide read.

Arthur pressed the "Battery Preservation Mode" button and the screen flickered off. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

"The place I would most like to go," Arthur said, "Is Earth. I want to go there because it still exists. I don't want to go to any alternate-dimension Earth like Nowwhat or Sirius Cybernetics Corporation's Complaint Department's Sector ZZ Appendix Planet. I want the real Earth." Arthur sighed and lay down. Wherever Eta Carinae Delta was, it was probably nowhere near Earth. Plus, Arthur doubted that any of the natives had even heard of the Earth. The only way to get back would be by the Heart of Gold or the Bistromath.

Arthur sighed again, looked at Fenchurch, and said, "Is there any tea on this planet?"