We have the makings of a party on an English country estate. Cool, clear day. Cass and Monkey shouting Joyce at each other while Queenie and I, in a drunken/drugged out frenzy, dance in circles. Horses in the distance, servants bringing us food and drink. Later this afternoon -- fox hunting. Except the fox will be a human being. An unwary sailor who was washed up on the shore. That's right, the most dangerous game is --
Wait. No, I've confused myself with two different settings. I do this all the time.