He kissed her cheek and said, "I've got to run, sugar. Nazi Zeroes are inbound to attack London. It's just we few, to whom so many owe so much, that stand between Mussolini and his invasion of Britain."

As he buttoned on his flight jacket she thought how dashing he looked. Then she shouted, "Wait! You forgot your trousers!" but it was to no avail.

He was gone to meet his fate amidst the clouds.