Our fair heroine is in need of a timely rescue by her beloved and tender High Commander, he has a noble horse and Kingdom, I saw his thong pendants flying at half mast recently. HC aka the Urban Spaceman, has a Mothership too, but I reckon with a word in the ear of the Boston Barber (don't take him as crew or you could be in trouble) that levitating chair would go like a rocket, zoom in on the ramparts and the celestial Cindy needn't even bother unraveling those lengthy and luxurious locks. They'd be up and away to New Tedzland in no time and maybe with a lot of luck live happily ever after! Simon must have some spare maps, he never gets lost! 'Sigh'! Just another of my wickedly naughty fantasies!!