‘Random,’ said Trillian quietly from up on the stairs.
‘Shut up!’ shouted Random. ‘You abandoned me!’
‘Random, it is very important that you listen to me and understand,’ persisted Trillian quietly. ‘There isn’t very much time. We must leave. We must all leave.’
‘What are you talking about? We’re always leaving!’ She had both hands on the gun now, and both were shaking. There was no one in particular she was pointing it at. She was just pointing it at the world in general.
‘Listen,’ said Trillian again. ‘I left you because I went to cover a war for the network. It was extremely dangerous. At least, I thought it was going to be. I arrived and the war had suddenly ceased to happen. There was a time anomaly and… listen! Please listen! A reconnaissance battleship had failed to turn up, the rest of the fleet was scattered in some farcical disarray. It’s happening all the time now.’
‘I don’t care! I don’t want to hear about your bloody job!’ shouted Random. ‘I want a home! I want to fit somewhere!’