What can YOU say in six sentences?
I’ll say one thing about the Brits: they know how to queue, and this was no exception: a long, orderly queue that wound its way patiently down the stairs of the Institute. Many had camped overnight and now stood wearily with their gear at their side, staring out the vast, steel-framed windows at the lavish gardens outside, where a crystal-clear fountain beckoned invitingly.
At the front of the queue, a pair of elevator-like doors opened and closed regularly, accepting one person at a time; that is, until a Spanish family, who had gradually been sneaking forward along the queue – a fact not going unnoticed by the grumbling majority – suddenly pushed forward in unison and squeezed into the little room along with a startled Brit.
The nearby attendant shouted in alarm, and tried to stop the automated doors from closing, but was too late: the green light of the teleportation device flashed orange, and then red, as its contents where disassembled into a cloud of atoms, and sent a billion light years hence to a matching device that reassembled them into a single form: a monstrous creature that sent the receiving attendant running off, screaming, but spoke excellent Spanish … albeit with a Yorkshire accent.