He said with a malicious grin, “No, doesn’t work. Never mind.”
Arthur looked at him as if he’d gone mad and, seeing nothing to indicate the contrary, realized that it would be perfectly reasonable to assume that this had in fact happened.
“What do you think will happen to them all?” he said after a while.
“In an infinite Universe anything can happen,” said Ford, “Even survival. Strange but true.”
A curious look came into his eyes as they passed over the landscape and then settles again on the scene of misery below them.
“I think they’ll manage for a while,” he said.
Arthur looked up sharply.
“Why do you say that?” he said.
Ford shrugged.
“Just a hunch,” he said, and refused to be drawn to any further questions.
“Look,” he said suddenly.

Arthur followed his pointing finger. Down amongst the sprawling masses a figure was moving – or perhaps lurching would be a more accurate description. He appeared to be carrying something on his shoulder. As he lurched from prostrate form to prostrate form he seemed to wave whatever the something was at them in a drunken fashion. After a while he gave up the struggle and collapsed in a heap.
Arthur had no idea what this was meant to mean to him.