When Greg Mushroom heard the captain announce cruising altitude, he counted to a hundred.

Slowly.

Then, in a manner which was desparately trying to be casual, he reached for his carry-on bag. He brought out the very strange map, a long, slender metal tool, and the phony shaving cream, and he said a very strange prayer.

"Beam me up," he whispered.

Seat 27E (Millicent Baker)
Part Four: Mozart and Easy Cheese