'Consciousness came with a hiccup - and the unplaceable certainty that something was wrong. Hubert blinked into his goose-down pillow with dread. What was happening? When did waking ever feel so fraught? He hiccupped twice more before finally detecting the problem: he was pissing. He rolled over and grabbed at his boxers, trying to stem the flow with a firm twinge, and kicked at the blankets in his rush to the bathroom. The top sheet was twined around an ankle and dragged after him. He heard his wife squeal as her body was stripped bare...' (Publication abstract)