A/N: Hola, mis chamaquillos, ¿cómo andan? I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's humorous, like the last chapter, but is more of a plot chapter rather than a full adventure.

With a resounding pop, I appear midair in a corridor, and my face greets the floor enthusiastically. Something's wrong though — I was supposed to be reborn, and though I am young again, I still remember… everything. I don't just remember Narnia, but England too.

'What's going on!?' Two is panicking.

'I don't know!' One is too.

A voice comes from the speakers in the ceiling of the hallway. "Forty-three trillion, two hundred and eighty-one million, seven hundred twenty-eight thousand and nine to one and falling."

My little companions are clearly very confused, but I remain calm. I know what this is. The voice continues counting down, and finally, the speakers blare out for the last time. "One to one! We have normality! I repeat, we have normality! Guest, someone will come to get you soon, so please wait where you are."

One and Two are still panicking.

Two, as usual, is yelling. 'WHAT HAPPENED!?'

One, as usual, is defensive. 'We were on route to the next place, and his memory was nice and gone and the age reversed, but something tugged us out of the main construct transport vortex!'

'Guys.'

'Hold up Zale, we know you're probably confused but-'

'One, I remember everything.'

I can practically feel One sagging in desperation, and when Two speaks, his voice is weak. 'Tha- That's impossible.'

"No such thing as impossible-" I begin, and a female voice finishes the sentence for me.

"-Only very, very improbable."

I look up. If I had any doubts as to where I was before, those are officially gone now. "I didn't know I had spoken out loud."

"You'd be surprised how often I hear that."

"I don't think I would. How are you, Trillian?"

She frowns, confused. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

I grin. "No, not yet. But I know you."

Chapter Two

I'm doing something I'd only ever dreamed of — shaking Zaphod Beeblebrox's hand. His first head is smiling cheekily at me, and his second is snacking on some kind of sandwich. The head facing me speaks. "So, you're telling me you're from outside of this universe, and we're in a book in your world?"

"Essentially, yes."

"But you were going somewhere else, with your memory wiped, to live out another life."

"Yes."

"But you got sucked out from your vortex from the improbability field of The Heart Of Gold."

"Yes."

Zaphod whistles. "Wow. And I don't suppose you could tell me anything about our future?"

"Have you guys picked up Arthur and Ford yet?"

"Yeah, but they left a bit ago."

"Trillian leaves you to your own adventures, takes sperm from Arthur, has a kid, dumps her offspring with Arthur, and the kid — bassically — ends The Earth all over again, killing all of you in the process."

"Trillian you monster." Zaphod is strangely happy about all of this.

Trillian glares at him. "Is it my fault a child of mine destroys us all? It's not as if I did it."

I smirk at her. "You're a terrible mother, and your child grows up bitter and angry because of your lack of love and attention, and for this reason does what she does, so technically it IS your fault. Don't take it the wrong way — I'm a huge fan of yours — but you did kind of drop the ball at that point."

Trillian is looking pensive. "I guess this is a good way to see if the future really fated, or if we can screw with it."

'They screwed with what was supposedly unscrewwithable,' grumbles Two, 'so I don't see why not.'

'Oh, hush you,' I tell him. I turn to Zaphod. "Well, as much as I'd love to see your adventures with you, I believe that would be useless, as I've just ruined your predetermined future. So, if my little friends in my head will take me away now, I'll go where I was supposed to go, and hope desperately that my memory doesn't get erased again."

'And we'll hope desperately that it DOES work this time,' says One.

Zaphod smiles. Both his heads do, actually, which is kind of an off-putting yet fantastic experience. "You have no idea how much we appreciate you helping us avoid our previously seemingly inevitable deaths."

"You have no idea how much I appreciate you giving me my memory back. I may love One and Two-"

"One and Two?"

"The little guys in my head who manage what I do."

"I have those too!"

"No, mine actually exist. Yours are just your ego and overinflated conceptions of your own greatness."

"Eh, I'll take it. They're quite fun to hang out with, regardless of their point of conception."

"Won't deny that. Anyway, I may love One and Two, but I'd prefer keeping my memory from now on."

"And that makes sense, but have you considered the memory erasure is for your own good?"

"Oh?"

"I mean, you're living full lifetimes. That's a lot of info to have on your mind."

"Normally I'd agree, but it seems like they all feel like fuzzy memories. I remember them, and what happened, but I don't remember every little thing — just the ideas. It's like when you remember something that happened when you were seven."

"When I was seven, I stole my first air speeder, barely got away from the cops, and then sat down and had a nice glorb-pop."

"Okay, so it's like when I remember something that happened when I was seven."

"Fair enough. I guess that's good then, because otherwise your mind would break."

"Thank God for small blessings. By the way, the person who blocked your brain off was you, to hide something about why you ran for president. Can't really remember why, but you might want to get that checked out."

"Uh, yeah, good to know."

'Okay,' said One, 'time to go.'

I wave to Zaphod and Trillian, and next thing I know, I'm face-first in grass.

A/N: Hey there folks. Please do let me know what you want to see next! I left the ending purposefully ambiguous so votes could be made.

Thanks to Mckenna for this great plot/interlude chapter. Again, if you want to be included or whatever, leave a comment about the chapter and then shoot me a PM.