Blackness. And silence. The silence was the most deafening. After sitting very very still, and listening to the silence which enveloped him, Harry was certain of one thing. His transmitter was no longer transmitting. And if his transmitter was no longer transmitting, it could only mean one thing. He was probably dead.

Then, Harry opened his eyes to their customary half-open state, and realised something. He was still sitting in the cruiser - not that there was much left of it - but the cab was fully intact. He checked his human limbs, of which there were the correct number, and his human head, which was also, thankfully, fully intact. He was alive!

He then began tapping and shaking his head, trying to restart the hideous noise he had become so accustomed to hearing. Try as he might, he could not resurrect his lousy transmitter. It was broken! Harry could not stop the enormous grin from spreading across his face. No transmitter! No tracking device! No noise! He had made it back to Earth. And he was alive. Harry peered out through the clear cab housing of the cruiser, and pressed the auto-hatch release, as he realized too late that he was sitting very much underwater in the Cuyahoga river.

Water flooded in to the open cab and Harry frantically tried to catch his breath as he dog paddled back up to the surface of the river.