Let's put it like this, the plane doesn't really need to explode, but it would be cool if it did.

So just who's fighting and/or divorcing whom, again?

Two weeks' trek across the desert? No thanks, we'll fly.

A fight. And its inevitable aftermath, a nice cup of tea.

With perhaps even more faffing than usual, we make it to Arabia. Does possession and self-mutilation count as grounds for divorce?

Looking into the erring husband. (He must be erring. Dames like that always end up widowed or divorced, even if I have to do it myself.)

A dame is attacked at a party. Sadly, she's married. But perhaps we'll help her anyway.

Character generation.

A fight. And its inevitable aftermath, a nice cup of tea.

My hovercraft is full of Ilyas.