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We'd all been badly scared by the, whatever they were.

I don't scare easily. And when I do you wouldn't know to look at me. Now I saw signs of a fear in us that you would see too. We were actually trembling.

"I take it that that's never happened before?"

Heads were shacken [a word which means a bit more than shaken], hands got flicked, shoulders rolled, eye contact was avoided.

"This might be a good thing, a moving forwards, a change." This sounded like crap.

"What about Berkeley?"

"What about him?"

"Remember how Johnson refuted him?"

"The kicking the stone bit?"

"Yes, we can't do that here...", I shrugged, "...no stones. Feet." I waggled one.

"Oh, come on boys! We've always been materialists. Just because we've dropped into a world that doesn't make any sense doesn't mean we have to change our philosophy. This place might be mad but it obeys rules.

"The rules here might be off-any-planet but we should be used to that. We've done enough maths to realize that what is utter nonsense often isn't.

"By the way, does anyone else see us sitting in a tent around a pot?"

We had all been resisting saying that.