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"
And
you
'll
never
walk
alone
...
Impact
minus
five
seconds
,
it
's
been
great
knowing
you
guys
,
God
bless
...
You
'll
ne
...
ver
...
walk
...
alone
!
"
"
I
said
,
"
yelled
Trillian
,
"
does
anyone
know
...
"
The
next
thing
that
happened
was
a
mid-mangling
explosion
of
noise
and
light
.
And
the
next
thing
that
happened
after
that
was
that
the
Heart
of
Gold
continued
on
its
way
perfectly
normally
with
a
rather
fetchingly
redesigned
interior
.
It
was
somewhat
larger
,
and
done
out
in
delicate
pastel
shades
of
green
and
blue
.
In
the
centre
a
spiral
staircase
,
leading
nowhere
in
particular
,
stood
in
a
spray
of
ferns
and
yellow
flowers
and
next
to
it
a
stone
sundial
pedestal
housed
the
main
computer
terminal
.
Cunningly
deployed
lighting
and
mirrors
created
the
illusion
of
standing
in
a
conservatory
overlooking
a
wide
stretch
of
exquisitely
manicured
garden
.
Around
the
periphery
of
the
conservatory
area
stood
marble-topped
tables
on
intricately
beautiful
wrought-iron
legs
.
As
you
gazed
into
the
polished
surface
of
the
marble
the
vague
forms
of
instruments
became
visible
,
and
as
you
touched
them
the
instruments
materialized
instantly
under
your
hands
.
Looked
at
from
the
correct
angles
the
mirrors
appeared
to
reflect
all
the
required
data
readouts
,
though
it
was
far
from
clear
where
they
were
reflected
from
.
It
was
in
fact
sensationally
beautiful
.
Relaxing
in
a
wickerwork
sun
chair
,
Zaphod
Beeblebrox
said
,
"
What
the
hell
happened
?
"
"
Well
I
was
just
saying
,
"
said
Arthur
lounging
by
a
small
fish
pool
,
"
there
's
this
Improbability
Drive
switch
over
here
...
"
he
waved
at
where
it
had
been
.
There
was
a
potted
plant
there
now
.
"
But
where
are
we
?
"
said
Ford
who
was
sitting
on
the
spiral
staircase
,
a
nicely
chilled
Pan
Galactic
Gargle
Blaster
in
his
hand
.
"
Exactly
where
we
were
,
I
think
...
"
said
Trillian
,
as
all
about
them
the
mirrors
showed
them
an
image
of
the
blighted
landscape
of
Magrathea
which
still
scooted
along
beneath
them
.
Zaphod
leapt
out
of
his
seat
.
"
Then
what
's
happened
to
the
missiles
?
"
he
said
.
