‘This is not your home,’ said Trillian, still keeping her voice calm. ‘You don’t have one. We none of us have one. Hardly anybody has one any more. The missing ship I was just talking about. The people of that ship don’t have a home. They don’t know where they are from. They don’t even have any memory of who they are or what they are for. They are very lost and very confused and very frightened. They are here in this solar system, and they are about to do something very… misguided because they are so lost and confused. We… must… leave… now. I can’t tell you where there is to go to. Perhaps there isn’t anywhere. But here is not the place to be. Please. One more time. Can we go?’
Random was wavering in panic and confusion.
‘It’s all right,’ said Arthur gently. ‘If I’m here, we’re safe. Don’t ask me to explain just now, but I am safe, so you are safe. OK?’
‘What are you saying?’ said Trillian.
‘Let’s all just relax,’ said Arthur. He was feeling very tranquil. His life was charmed and none of this seemed real.
Slowly, gradually, Random began to relax, and to let the gun down, inch by inch.
Two things happened simultaneously.