“I can’t sit here all night” the girl sighed, and with a ‘click’ she vanished into thin air. Her date strode on to the balcony, he blinked once, twice, the girl was nowhere to be found, despite the most thorough of searches. Distraught, he slumped onto the tiled floor, it felt cold to the touch. “Why oh why did she leave?” he sobbed, trying to inject a little melodrama into the scene. No one heard him.

The girl ‘popped’ back into existence, a warm summer breeze whispered against her face, bringing with it the smell of jasmine. To her surprise the dress and high heels she had been wearing were now replaced with a simple blouse and shorts, particles of sand on the beach where she stood interposed themselves between her toes. This was more like it – she strode off, orientating herself to the sound of a steel band somewhere in the distance, just audible above the surf lapping against the shore.