Chapter Eleven
"Is this a spaceship?" Asked Joan as they followed the queue towards a yellow uniformed steward. "I'm a passenger in a real spaceship. How cool is that!"
As John waved his wand over the steward's tablet, he looked up, and asked, " Mrs. Smith?"
"It's Miss Smith," John said correcting the nosy steward.
"May I ask your relationship?"
"For God's sake! I'm her baptismal sponsor."
"You're my godfather?" Asked Joan. "Oh my God, I have a fairy godfather!"
"The Sisters insisted that you be baptized when I took you to the orphanage."
"I'll make certain you have neighboring cabins, sir," said the steward. "Now, if you would be willing to wait in the lounge as we prepare your cabins, it's right down the stairway."
The disdainful look John shot the steward wipef the pretentious smile off of his face.
In a corner booth of the lounge, as they waited for their tea to brew, John was fiddling with his wand. Adjusting the red dial on it's base, and holding it up to his ear, John's face turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Asked Joan.
"There are at least a hundred Heads aboard this craft", said John, his voice even more raspy than usual.
"What are we going to do?"
"Destroy the ship!"