Bernie Shovel is exhausted after four months of clandestine hiking. He has climbed up the Cretan mountains and was nearly shot by a passing German patrol. He has dodged minefields unsuccessfully and lost a foot. Hopping over a ridge, he spots the ocean beneath and realises he has made it. And there she is, Doris Felch, with the moon glinting off her false teeth like the rear lights on a Morris Minor. In an urgent whisper, he says: "Doris, it is me, Bernie" "Bernie, oh my Bernie, you made it! Yet, we have only a minute for I must go!" "Oh... ok, then, See you later."