Plunging through the ice and into the depths of the great ocean of Enceladus the space yacht Royale motored happily along sinking gracefully, fathom by fathom toward the subterranean network of cave highways that connect the underground cities where the bureaucracy servers of the great Biovatar empire directs the coordination of the steady stream of updates that are broadcast from the massive dish antenna built into Herschel crater on Mimas. Hugh stealthily pulls into the air pocket of a lonely rest area in an old disused entrance to the city of Pleabus and stands by for the long awaited moment to arrive. The nearby traffic sings through the fluid making him uneasy as he counts the minutes while practicing his plumber routine even though he knows full well that his deception will be successful.