“I think we’ve got to admit defeat this time,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! grinned. “But if you can’t beat ‘em…”

“We can’t just do nothing,” Hatman argued. “We have to find out what’s happening, who made the crater and why, what this place is…”

“Yeah, but we kin do that after we’ve swum with the cute naked chippies,” Trickshot pointed out, dropping his bow and quiver on the grass and heading down to the crystal pool, dragging his tunic off.

“It does look very refreshing in there,” noted Uhuna, likewise peeling her uniform away and splashing into the water. “And these people seem very friendly.”

“Beware,” the Shoggoth warned. “You are all succumbing to a powerful psionic influence that is affecting your cognitive abilities, such as they are.”

“Yo, we have to do something…” Hatman said desperately.

“You’re right, cute-Jay,” Yo agreed. S/he reached out one soft, feminine hand to stroke Hatman’s face, then kissed him.

“Forty-eight hours and no sign,” Sir Mumphrey Wilton fumed. “Get the survivors from yesterday together. We’re going after the missing field team.”

• Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…