"So you're asking me to come with you, on your spaceship that's not a proper spaceship, and it looks like an aeroplane, and you're an alien and you're 900 years old?"
"Well, yes, Arthur, but when you put it l-" started Martin, realising he hadn't a hope in hell of having him travel with him now.
"BRILLIANT!" the cheery young man interrupted. "Do I have to pack, like it's a holiday? I love packing! And holidays! Where can we go first?" He was like an excited little puppy.
"Just… just go pack, then we can talk about where and when we're going," said Martin, smiling at Arthur's happiness. They'd had quite an interesting day today, involving an alien attack, a couple of explosions and a very optimistic Arthur who decided right from the beginning that maybe the aliens were just looking for a cup of coffee or something (which, as it turned out, wasn't too far from the truth.)
Now they were in Arthur's back garden, having only met him that morning but possibly already being friends with him, which was impressive for Martin whose only real friend was Douglas.
"I'm not sure I can be gone for very long, chaps. Mum might get worried!"
"Yes, Arthur, but we do have a time machine here."
"Oh yeah! I forgot about that!" He then ran off to pack, almost tripping on the step, then rushing into the house.
"Surely Arthur must be the only person in the world who can forget the presence of a large time machine in his garden," said Douglas.
A few minutes later he came back, hair slightly more ruffled than before and with a small suitcase in his hand.
"I couldn't quite fit everything in, so I had to squish and jump on it a bit. Right then, chaps, where are we going?"
"Slow down!" Martin chuckled. "I'll introduce you first. This is GERTI, my 'spaceship'. Stands for Goes Everywhere Really Terrific Instantaneously."
Author's note: For Flossy and Stormy and Cubone and basically everyone else who wanted me to write it. The next chapter will be up soon, I promise! :D