You know how sometimes a song comes out of nowhere and sticks itself in your head? And then you find yourself humming it over and over again all day? Eventually it’s just an aggravation, an unwanted earworm headache that keeps popping up like a RickRoll when you don’t want it to, and you think you’re going positively batty until the sheer rage takes over, and then you hate the song and you hate the singer and you hate the world.

No? Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, that’s how I felt when I came to, still replaying the happy tune of a lover in love and wishing it would just freaking shut up already. I needed silence.

When I opened my eyes, Tom was standing over me with an empty glass turned over my face, and I was drenched. “Thought that might do it,” he said.

“What a nancy-boy,” scoffed Mendez.

Yeah. Mendez was there. How embarrassing. Where was Jodi? Oh, there she was, crouching at my left with a camera, taking a picture of me in all my groggy, moistened glory. “Wait till the girls see this,” she said.