Moments later, the air shimmered and swirled and Rimmer stepped out from one universe to another on a daring rescue mission. (He would have sent Cat instead, but Kryten assured him that it was a perfectly safe, practically risk-free daring rescue mission. And Cat was busy looking at a mirror and wouldn't be available for hours.)

"Ah, Lister, there you are. Kryten opened a portal to fetch you back and--" Pop, the swirly funnel of distorted space closed.

"Smeg. This is all your fault." He threw Lister a bitterly accusing glance. "And why are all these people in their pajamas? Knowing my luck they're probably sleepy serial killers, or a cult dedicated to ensuring that everyone they encounter rests in peace and the pajamas are a metaphor for the eternal sleep of death."