Life continues under the blanket of boredom for Jemima, as she endures her long dull journey through deep space on her way to Pluto to go turn off a lightbulb. Yet strangely, she currently seems to be feeling even more exhausted than normal. Could it be that a diet of processed spam, tinned wine and full fat cheese has started to make her feel unwell? Or perhaps her constant shortness of breath might have something to do with all the oxygen around her having a rather strange blue tint. Air shouldn’t look blue; should it?