A large electronic sign pulsed FAILTE as they drew closer.

“What does that mean?” asked with a frown.

“Welcome,” I replied.

“It’s Irish. The main language here,” Tabitha added. Her eyes were wide open.

“We need to find a set down area. Somewhere close to the centre, I reckon,” I continued.

The bustling city surrounded us as the ship sailed between the tall buildings. People thronged the choked city streets below us. Even the air tunnels that connected some of the taller buildings looked at their capacity.

I saw a “Parcail” sign in blue down the side of a building in the distance.

“Go there,” I said pointing at the building in question. It’s a dull monochrome grey without any windows.

As we approach, we get a message in Irish suggesting we allow the autopilot to take us in. Once I translated, Tabitha pressed the button to accept.

The ship then went into an ascent, before hovering over the top of the building, where we could see the stars again.

Then the ship descended. Ships of varying sizes were docked up against the wall. Then an empty space appeared, and the ship moved forward before it jerked slightly as it was clamped into place.

“Right, we’ve docked and the thrusters have all been switched off. Time to go,” Tabitha commanded.