You turn on your heel, and go to make your way back on the shuttle. You spin so quickly, you nearly bump into the large lady with the ten gallon hat leaving the shuttle. She throws you a toothy grin, and says, "Pardon mwa," which you think might mean "pardon me" in some ancient dialect.

Making your way around her, you're blocked by the imposing form of another passenger. He's a young man, with a black baseball cap, shades and what looks like a black jumpsuit but with padded reinforced areas all over it. In his hand, he's carrying a small metallic device, no bigger than a lighter, with one, thumb-sized bright red button on the top.

Noticing you, he smoothly removes his shades with one hand, and flips the safety clip on his device with his other.

He's somehow more intimidating than all the aliens put together.

"Sir," he says, with a forceful tone, "I think you're needed by that creature over there."

He gestures towards the vole-like alien with a nod. Then, seeing you're not moving yet, he adds, "Do you think that might be a problem? Are we having a problem?"

If you don't move, and answer "Yes," turn to page 4.

If you don't move, and answer "No," turn to page 27.

If you think he doesn't need an answer at all, and want to walk straight over to the vole-man, turn to page 97.