The Hullaballoo control console suddenly burst into life, red lights suddenly illuminating the room. A hundred bells rang out hit by a hundred tiny hammers. There was an emergency. From somewhere deep in the bowels of the impossible airship there suddenly came another noise.

“There is an emergency! An emergency is happening!” Yelled Killian, he was immediately running through the corridors towards the control room. As he skidded around corners and bounced off walls he called out of the din of the alarms again. “Luna! Control room!” The Silky could have been right behind him, and simply being quiet for all he knew.

Killian burst into the control room and rushed towards his implements. He adjusted a few levers – and then gazed into the crystal. His expression changed immediately from concern to excitement. With a few graceful steps he moved around the console and tweaked a few more of the complicated controls. The alarms stopped ringing, and the lights returned to their normal warm glow. “It’s a carnival! Ships scanners picked it up. Saturday night too.” It was clear from Killian’s excitement what their next step would be. “Must have set the warning system when I was drinking – remind me to go through them later would you?” That – was all the consideration he gave to the alarm system.

A few moments later the Hullaballoo materialised behind a sweets stall. Killian threw on his coat, and slipped through the doors. His senses overwhelmed as he waltzed into the excitement. “Luna. Look around you, everything is so perfect.” Killian’s face was filled with concern as he looked deep into Luna’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” He laughed, that strange mix of dread, excitement and lunacy.

Then dramatically he rushed over to the pipe organ, pushed it’s player to the side and hit a few notes. “Saturday, Saturday, Saturday nights for –Da – Yeah see, I thought so. This organ is out of tune.”

After being moved away from the pipe organ Killian grabbed hold of Luna’s hand. “Toffee apple?”