And suddenly, everything changed. Whether it was the gash on my knuckle from a broken glass in the washing up the previous night (was it the previous night?), or the fact that I hadn’t taken my pills in 3 days, my body was different. I awoke and found myself surrounded by twilight, it was around 6 pm; this was not morning. Everything that had been programmed into me from age dot screamed it’s a dream, close your eyes, go back to sleep, but I knew from experience that dream or no, this was a big deal. This was something new.

As I explored my flat in the waking hour, when most people were having their nightly meal, I realised that something else was wrong: Priscilla was gone. And something told me that this was not a dream, and that she was gone for real.