“Well, if the dog does start barking, there’s a bag there, but I think you’ll be fine. Once we leave the atmosphere it’ll be plain sailing, and you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”
A computerised voice signalled the imminent launch. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
The Diadem blasted off.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” yelped Susan.