"Wow, this is AMAZING! Look at all the technology they have!" Ayn gasped as he saw people walking past with MP3 players and cars driving on the road. A girl wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans ran up to them.

"Excuse me, mate, are you lost? You don't look like you've been dressed in English clothes. Are you foreign?" the girl asked Ayn.

"Sort of. I am Prince Ayn. I hail from Samesina." Ayn said.

"You're a prince of a world that doesn't exist? Wow, your imagination is awesome!" the girl squealed. Ayn began to get annoyed.

"Samesina is a real world!" he snapped.

"You're an alien."

"I'm just as human as you!"

"You're still an alien." Ayn was on the point of bursting with anger and stabbing the girl with his sword, but he held that desire.

"Oh, so if I'm an alien to you... YOU'RE AN ALIEN TO ME!" Ayn bellowed, scaring the girl. He had no idea what an alien was, though. Luckily, Lyle told him that an alien was a living thing coming from a planet other than Earth, which was where England was situated. He then whispered that Ayn should say Samesina is a world-in-a-spaceship that comes from Earth.

"I wasn't very clear about Samesina, was I? Well, Samesina is a world-in-a-spaceship, launched from Earth a while ago." Ayn explained, just as Lyle had instructed.

"So you really ARE a human? Sorry to misjudge." the girl said, and then she ran off. When she was out of sight, Mieu and Wren tried to detect Thea. None of them could find her. They decided to walk along the pavement, and there they passed a takeaway shop. The smell of freshly cooked pizza was overwhelming.

"What is this... vile odour?" Ayn said, pinching his nose. Lyle sniffed up contentedly.

"That's the smell of a food called pizza. Apparently people eat this stuff a lot." Lyle said. He had been told about some of the things in England by Lucy. A man with a Mohican hairdo came walking out of the pizza shop with a hot box of pizza. He saw Ayn holding his nose.

"What's your problem, freak? You got a thing against pizzas? You're like that mop-top moron Jamie Oliver. You know, the Naked Chef?" the man said. Ayn giggled.

"Is he really naked? Wow, I might start cooking in the nude." he laughed. The man looked stern.

"It's just a nickname, you freak. Now, what's your problem with pizzas?" he asked. The prince stopped laughing.

"They smell foul. You English people have a weird taste of food." Ayn replied.

"So you're not from around here, then?"

"No, I'm from Samesina, a world-in-a-spaceship which was launched here. I was actually born on the ship." The man didn't believe him.

"You can't just make things up!" he snapped.

"Sorry, but it was my friend Lyle who made it up." Ayn said, pointing at Lyle. The man walked over to him.

"So, Lyle, where's Tate?" the man asked. Lyle knew what was coming.

"Ah, don't try the Tate and Lyle sugar joke on me, you dumb pillock. It could get painful." Lyle said, trying to sound like he knew a lot about English culture. He knew how the people spoke, for Lucy had told him the words that people used.

"You're not from around here, yet you know about English things? Who ARE you?" the man asked, shocked out of his wits.

"I think you've been told - I'm Lyle." Lyle said.

"I'm Darren, by the way. Master of the Mohican." Darren replied. He opened the pizza box he was holding and took a slice of pizza. He offered it to Lyle, who took a slice. The pizza had cheese and pepperoni on it. Darren then offered some pizza to Ayn, and to his surprise, the prince didn't refuse.

"I thought you said pizza smelled bad." Darren said.

"Well, Lyle's having a slice, so I thought I'd try." Ayn replied. He bit into the pizza and was overwhelmed by the taste. He ate the slice of pizza slowly, savouring every mouthful. Darren offered the pizza to Mieu and Wren, who refused. Their excuse was that they weren't hungry. He closed the box and stood next to Lyle, eating his slice of pizza.

"So, anyway, Lyle... what're you here for?" Darren asked. Lyle finished eating his slice of pizza and wiped his hands on his cloak. He wiped his mouth with his arm and smoothed down his wayward bright green hair as best as he could.

"My daughter, Thea, was kidnapped and taken here. But..." Lyle said, but he saw Ayn running across the road, and a car was speeding straight towards him!

"Ayn, you idiot! Cars are dangerous, especially if the driver's drunk! Get out of the flaming road!" Lyle shouted, but it was too late. The car had hit Ayn, sending the prince to the floor hard. The driver of the car had stopped and got out, and he was helping the unconscious form of Ayn onto the pavement. Lyle darted across and saw the damage. The initial collision had caused a wound in his arm, but as he fell to the floor, he had received a blow to the head, where blood was seeping out and staining his turquoise-blue hair.

"Will he be OK?" Lyle asked the driver.

"He'll be fine, mate. Just out cold. Sorry about that, I don't normally hit people, but he just darted out at me! I put the brake on, but I still hit him!" the driver replied, taking a handkerchief from out of his pocket and holding it against the wound on Ayn's head.

"He's never been to England. Neither have I, but my wife comes from here, so she told me about everything." Lyle said to the man, and then they heard a groan. Ayn had come to, and he tried to sit up. He tried and tried, but always fell back down. His entire body was aching.

"Ayn, you should listen to me next time! You could've got yourself killed!" Lyle said, helping Ayn to his feet.

"Hey, is he alright, Lyle?" Darren called from the other side of the pavement.

"He's taken a bad knock, but he's fine." Lyle replied. He straightened his eye-patch, brushed his fringe back slightly and turned back to Ayn.

"Right, don't go off on your own. Got that?" Lyle said sternly to the prince, sounding just like an overprotective parent. Ayn nodded sadly and collapsed into Lyle's arms. He was still a little faint and dizzy from his injuries, but he was still conscious.

"I know! Lyle, why don't you bring that fella and those other two to the pub with you? It'd be great!" Darren said excitedly. Lyle, who wasn't so sure, followed him to the Cross Knights Pub, which was just a few minutes' walk from the pizza shop. They went inside and sat at a table. When they were settled, Darren stood up and ordered three pints of beer (Mieu and Wren had declined due to the fact that they weren't thirsty). He brought them back over to the table.

"Well, now! It's beer." Darren said, because Ayn was staring at his glass of beer as though it was poison. The prince picked up the glass and held it to his nose. He sniffed, and he got a huge waft of alcohol. He put the glass back on the table.

"It doesn't smell very pleasant..." Ayn sighed, pushing the glass away slightly. Darren laughed.

"Nonsense! Every bloke drinks beer once in a while!" he said, pushing the glass back towards Ayn. The prince picked it up again and tipped some of the dark brown liquid into his mouth. He almost spluttered, but he swallowed it.

"Ugh! It tastes awful!" Ayn said, poking Darren in the side and demanding a glass of water.

"That's only the alcohol, Ayn! Gee, just drink up, will you? Booze ain't cheap!" Lyle said, grabbing Ayn's arm and pulling it away from Darren. Sighing, the prince picked up his glass and necked it (in other words, he drunk the remaining beer as fast as possible). He began to sway on his chair.

"Woo, nice rocking horse!" Ayn blathered. He was clearly drunk.

"Stop it!" Darren shouted. He then asked Lyle what his name was, and he told him.

"Ayn! Snap out of it!" Darren snapped as Ayn swung to the left, almost hitting a girl walking past. The prince stopped swinging and looked very pale. He began to retch.

"Lyle, he's gonna puke. Get him in the toilets." Darren ordered.

"But, uhh..." Lyle stammered. Darren looked stern.

"For God's sake, Lyle! I don't want him puking all over this durn table!" Darren snapped. Lyle grabbed hold of Ayn and ushered him to the mens' toilets. Under the very bright artificial light, the prince looked paler than before. Lyle helped him over to a toilet.

"Ugh, Lyle... I think..." Ayn mumbled, still retching. Lyle held the prince's ponytail out of the way whilst he threw up into the toilet bowl. After he had finished, Lyle flushed it.

"Ayn, you nutcase! What were you thinking?" Lyle said, sighing and helping Ayn to the sinks. The prince was fairly limp and weak, so Lyle had to half-drag him along the floor.

"Um, do you think I'm crazy?" Ayn mumbled as Lyle turned the cold water tap on and splashed the prince's face.

"Yeah, you're really crazy." Lyle said. He helped Ayn to his feet and the twosome walked out of the toilets and back to the table. Mieu and Wren were talking with Darren.

"Yeah, so do you guys ever play video games?"

"Uh, no. We don't have the concept of video gaming on our world."

"Whoa nelly, Mieu! You said that you lived on a spaceship!"

"Look, she's right, though. Samesina is an entirely different world. We made up... well, Lyle made up the spaceship story so that we wouldn't be deemed as aliens."

"Okey-dokey, Wren." Lyle and Ayn sat down at the table.

"Oh, Lyle! We were talking, and your friends Mieu and Wren are nice people." Darren said.

"Cyborgs." Lyle said hastily. Mieu and Wren looked at him, their eyes narrowing.

"What about cyborgs? You're not drunk, are you?" Darren asked. Mieu and Wren still gave Lyle a piercing glare.

"No, of course not! Mieu and Wren are cyborgs!" Lyle replied with a smile. He winked at Mieu, and she threatened to expose the fact that he only had one eye. At the moment, Darren thought Lyle had two eyes, but one of them was covered with an eye-patch.

"Seriously? They look human to me." Darren said, looking longingly at Mieu. He had a little bit of a crush on her, but she had had enough.

"Lyle only has one eye!" she shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Does Tate have two eyes, then?" a voice shouted back, the voice of a person who was a huge die-hard fan of the Tate and Lyle sugar joke. Lyle folded his arms and looked very fierce.

"Mieu, you little- ugh." Lyle said crossly. Darren looked at Lyle.

"Lyle, is it really true? Do you only have one eye?" he asked. Lyle flipped the eye-patch up and showed them the remains of his other eye. They all gasped, but Darren was fascinated.

"Whoa, that's awesome... special effects makeup!" Darren giggled, not believing the fact that Lyle had really lost his eye. Darren touched it, then he wasn't so fascinated.

"Ugh, that's really your other eye? Man, what happened?" Darren asked. Lyle flipped his eye-patch back and told him about the battle and its aftermath, even about Ayn's 'checked down the back of the throne' comment, in intricate detail. Darren said that that was a good story, and then he picked up his bag from off the floor.

"Come on, I'll show you some of the other things we have in England." Darren said, and he lead Ayn, Lyle, Mieu and Wren around the cinema, told them about the problems of crime, vandalism and graffiti and about 'yob culture' and 'emo culture'. They were passing the shops when Darren said he wanted to get his girlfriend a present.

"You have a girlfriend? That's great!" Ayn said, patting Darren on the back.

"It's unlikely you'll get one, Ayn." Darren replied. The prince hung his head.

"Why?" he asked.

"If you puke on your first pint at the pub, and get knocked down by a car, no girl's gonna be interested in you, unless they liked clumsy pukey guys. But that's almost impossible."

"Oh..." After Ayn had finished wondering, Darren led the party to a perfume shop. When they were inside, the smell was so heady that Ayn had to hold his nose. The prince crossed over to a counter and saw a perfume sample. He picked up the bottle and sprayed it on his head.

"You nut! If you want to try out the perfume, you spray it on your wrist, not your head! And by the way, the mens' perfumes are over there." a shop worker said, taking the bottle out of Ayn's hands. Darren began to laugh.

"You squirted ladies' perfume on your head? Ha ha ha, that's hilarious!" Darren giggled, collapsing to the floor in a fit of laughter. Ayn pulled him back onto his feet.

"I didn't know it was a girly perfume... oh, what's that stench?" Ayn said, catching a whiff of the perfume he'd sprayed. It smelled sickly sweet, and the prince liked the smell. He asked the shop worker to get him a bottle of the perfume, and she told him that it would cost £20.

"Um, do you take meseta? That's all I've got." Ayn said sadly. The shop worker asked the manager, and he said that it was OK. The shop worker told him it would cost 10000 meseta, so the prince took out that amount of money from his purse and handed it to the shop worker.

"Who's it for?" the shop worker asked. Although Ayn had really bought it for himself, he didn't think that's what the shop worker would like to hear.

"It's for my mum." Ayn lied. The party left the shop, but only Ayn had bought something.

"They didn't have my girlfriend's favourite perfume. Oh well, let's go to the clothes shop." Darren said, leading the party towards a massive shop window filled with clothes. As they walked, Ayn opened the bottle of perfume and sprayed some of it on himself. They went inside the shop, and it opened up into a massive walk-in wardrobe, even bigger than the one Ayn had at his castle.

"I know my girlfriend's dress size, so I'll pick a nice outfit for her." Darren said, wandering to the ladies' clothing section. Meanwhile, Mieu and Wren looked at the lingerie section.

"Mieu, maybe you should get a pair of knickers to hide any bionic parts under your skirt." Wren suggested.

"Can I strangle you with these?" Mieu asked, holding a black lacy thong at Wren. The cyborg backed away slightly.

"Uh, no. How about these? They look about your size..." Wren said, picking up a pair of bright red briefs. Mieu took them and realised they were a size too small, so she got the next size up and paid for them (they cost 2000 meseta). Lyle and Ayn were browsing the mens' clothing section when the prince noticed something very coincidential.

"Lyle, look at this!" the prince hissed. Lyle walked over and saw what Ayn had seen. It was a T-shirt with the word 'Samesina' printed on it in large letters!

"You mean those English people know about our world?" Lyle wondered.

"It could just be a coincidence." Ayn replied.

"Yeah. Come on." Lyle said, grabbing the prince's hand and pulling him away from the T-shirts. When they got to the tills, Darren was paying for a long black dress, a tight-fitting V-necked top (white) and a pair of jeans. They exited the clothes shop, and then Darren suggested that they should go into Bling Bling, the jeweller's shop.

"I can't just get clothes for her, but I also need a new watch. Mine's broken." Darren said, checking his wallet. He only had £10 left.

"Great. We should go home. I don't have enough money." Darren grumbled, storming towards the door. Lyle stopped him.

"Tell you what - I'll pay for you." he said. Thanking him, Darren lead the party into the jeweller's, where they could see gold, silver and platinum jewellery lining the walls. Ayn looked at the platinum jewellery, wondering why it was three times the price of silver jewellery, even though it looked the same. It was because platinum was better quality and more expensive than silver.

"I like this. I want it." Ayn muttered as he eyed a platinum bracelet, costing £1500 (750000 meseta). He asked a shop worker to get it for him so he could pay for it, and that's when Lyle began to smell a rat. The shop worker had bright green curly hair that was tied in a ponytail.

"No, it can't be... oh, Thea!" Lyle said. Darren wondered why he was doing that, and Wren told him that Thea was his daughter, and she had been brought here. Whilst they were talking, Ayn paid for the bracelet he had picked and put it on (when he had finished paying).

"Can I help you?" the green-haired shop worker asked.

"Thea... is that you?" Lyle asked. The girl took her hair out of the ponytail and took off the black T-shirt. It was Princess Thea, alright.

"Oh, Father! You came!" Thea said, hugging Lyle tightly. Darren sighed.

"So this is your daughter? I can see where she gets her hair colour from." he said (Lyle had already told him that bright green was a natural hair colour on Samesina).

"And where she gets her good looks from!" Mieu said, winking at Lyle and Thea.

"Well at least you're happy, Lyle. No doubt about it." Darren said just as three screaming girls entered the shop, looking at Ayn affectionately.

"Ooh, there he is! That dashing bloke who survived a car crash!" one of them squealed.

"Is that his real hair colour?" another asked. They all ran up to Ayn and tried to hug him. The prince backed away in disgust. One of the girls caught a waft of his perfume.

"He wears girly perfume! Oh, it smells so nice!" the first girl said excitedly. She grabbed Ayn around the waist and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a mark of bright pink lipstick there.

"Don't do that! I'm a prince!" Ayn snapped. Two of the girls left, leaving one of them looking longingly at him.

"Yeah, you are a prince. A Prince Charming, in my words!" the girl squealed, making a dash for Ayn.

"It's Prince Ayn, not Prince Charming..." Ayn grumbled, but the girl didn't hear him. She grasped him, embraced him and kissed him on the lips. She fell back, and Ayn instinctively caught her to stop her hurting herself.

"Oh, that was just splendid!" the girl screamed. Ayn pushed her away and brushed himself down. He left the shop, closely followed by Darren, Lyle, Thea, Mieu and Wren.

"Right, we can go back now!" Lyle said, drawing a chalk circle on the ground.

"Take me with you. I'd love to see your world." Darren said. Lyle said that that was fine, and then he told everyone to stand in the circle. He waved his staff, and they found themselves back in the cave in the Bernink Province.

"That didn't take you very long." King Rhys said as Lyle walked over to him.

"No, it didn't. Mind you, Ayn got drunk and was sick all over the toilet. And he even bought ladies' perfume! Oh, and before that, he was knocked down by a car." Lyle said, trying to stifle a laugh. Rhys didn't believe him.

"Getting drunk? Ladies' perfume? Knocked down by a car? Whatever are you going on about, Lyle?" Rhys asked. Lyle couldn't explain - it would be a very long story.

"Well, now... we should figure out how to get to Satellite." Ayn said, and so he pondered over it for a while.