"Don't move." The voice had an American accent, but Jeremy - looking around uneasily while staying as still as possible - couldn't see who was speaking. Not that he cared too much about that when he couldn't even see what he was standing on. "I don't want you falling off."

Oh, fantastic. So not only had they been teleported into the sky without so much as a by-your-leave, but they were standing on something invisible that they could fall off at any moment.

"I wasn't planning on it myself, but Hammond might have some trouble there," Jeremy said loudly, his eyes on the ever-so-slightly-swaying Richard. "I'm going to guess that you're Jack. It wasn't exactly a brilliant idea to get him drunk and then stick him on something that could kill him if he loses his balance, was it?"

Jack swore. "Okay, wait a second."

The London landscape beneath his feet rippled, to be replaced by the sleek black hull of the sort of spaceship he used to daydream about. Even though Jeremy had decided that he was going to hate the purported car-beater as soon as Richard had mentioned it, he had to admit that it was fairly impressive.

He felt much more at ease now that he was able to see where his feet were. Granted, an enormous spaceship tethered to Big Ben wasn't exactly the sort of thing he was used to, but after being teleported up onto an invisible surface it seemed really rather normal and obvious.

An irritatingly good-looking young man clambered up out of a hatch in the floor and grinned at him. "That better?"

Jeremy stared.

"No wonder you got on so well with Hammond. You were just bonding over your teeth, weren't you?"