Geoffrey boarded the Sector D elevator and selected Deck 20.

46. 45. 44. 43. The artificial cabin lights went out. And the cabin began shaking violently.

42. 41. 40. 39. The deck buttons started flashing on and off like a possessed Christmas display.

38. The elevator stopped. The calm before the storm. “Smeggin’ brilliant!” Geoffrey said. “I’ll never get back to Deck 20 in time! All that hard work down the drain.”

And then everything changed. Geoffrey had just enough time to think, this must be the hyperjump before the onset of the unbearable retching and the splitting headache. The elevator started descending again.

20. The elevator doors opened and Geoffrey stumbled out. “Never ride the elevator during a hyperjump again, you smeggin’ ponce,” Geoffrey scolded himself. He crashed into the corridor wall and slowly slid to the ground. One glimpse down the corridor and it was evident he wasn’t the only person affected by the jump. Geoffrey slowly slipped into shock.