“You don't really look like you've found the party spirit,” she says as she sits.
“What?” the girl replies, then shrugs. “No, not really. All my friends are off on some new concoction that Bobby cooked up.”
“But not you?”
“No. I'm on tablets, for a chest infection. No drinking, shouldn't be smoking either. Thought it best to stay clear of anything else.”
“That sounds sensible.”
“Sensible it may be, but it's no fun. And it doesn't explain why I feel so confused.”
“Confused?”
“Yeah. I mean, I'm at a New Year's Eve party, and I can't remember what year it is.”
