"Madam! Madam! Please, God, wake up. Please. Please. We need, we need to-"

What they needed to do was lost in the gurgling maelstrom rising about her. Actually, the maelstrom didn't just rise about her. It heaved. Was she drowning? Was that why she couldn't make out a word that was being said? She prised an eye open. Then she prised the other.

"My God. Susan?" At least she hoped it was Susan as opposed to a gurgling lump of dough. "What are you-let me lie down again. I'm going to ...