...In fact we seem to be somewhere near Mexico...

Who?: Whole crew, but particularly Keith and the XO's.
Where?: Earth Orbit.
When?: Who knows?
<snip>
A pre-recorded message came in over the comm channels to the drive
room.
"There has been a slight technical difficulty. We appologize for the
inconvenience, and assure you that we will be resuming your execution
as
soon as possible. We hope that this minor difficulty we will not
disuade you
from choosing Evil Empire Incorporated as your executioner of choice
in the
future, in the unlikely event of you actually having one. In the
meantime,
here's some music to entertain you while you wait."
Elevator music started sounding out of the speakers, and no amount of
effort
could get it to shut off.
<snip>
"Oh, the Holy mother of the monkeys, my ears are, like, BLEEDING!"
Keith was trying to stuff mouse-mats into his lugholes in an effort
to block out the infernal noise.
"Steady on Keith, we'll all be dead in a few minutes..."
Said Dean tryig to cheer the miner up.
"Nowhere near soon enough!"
"Hang on," Jay said "what was all that about rebels?"
"We've probably slipped sideways in time." Dean replied.
"What do you mean by that?"
"The theory goes that as well as going backwards and forwards in
time, once you have broken your bond with your time-tag you can also
go sideways too, slipping into parallel realities, so the BD of this
world must have rebelled against this Evil Empire thing."
Eve eyed Dean suspiciously "Mr. Thomas, are you sure you're feeling
ok?"...
<tag>
Gavin "Bleeding ears" Branson.