After a long day at work, I was looking forward to a leisurely soak in the bathtub. Our bathtub was something from another era, a deep, narrow porcelain tub with clawed feet. I began stripping off my clothing at the front door, arriving naked at the bathroom. The bathtub was gone and four large chunks of tile were missing from the floor. I rushed to the phone to call the police but then, nothing else appeared to be missing. I put down the phone, put on my robe and went room to room searching for Dan. I looked out the kitchen window and saw my bathtub in the middle of the backyard. Dan was sitting in it.