Bish entered the hangar expecting to find Prez skulking around a top secret aeroplane. Instead he found an otherworldly, impossibly floating contraption and two people having an even more surreal conversation. Bish instantly became oblivious to everything else, including the air raid siren that still wailed in the distance. His first instinct was to laugh at the ridiculous comment about visiting another planet. The hovering, gleaming machine next to him, though, was enough to give him pause. He ignored her indication to leave.<br/><br/>“Look,” he starting haltingly, his voice hinting at the utter confusion that overwhelmed him. “I don’t know who you are, but bombs are going to fall. You can’t stay here – they often target airbases. We need to get to a shelter… now,” he said calmly and purposely, inching his way forward toward Prez.<br/><br/>He wondered if perhaps he was experiencing some delusion created by too much combat stress, like the  shell shock he had heard about from Great War veterans. He wasn’t entirely sure if he could trust his senses, but he knew that one thing was for sure: Prez was in great danger if she stayed here. Although he didn’t know her very well, he didn’t want to see her get killed either.<br/><br/>“Please,” he added genuinely with an outreached hand towards her. “Come with me… you can deal with this guy later…” he added, stealing a glance at the strange man who was listening to the conversation.