The sensation of a splitting headache and dry throat was immediate upon awakening. The bright sun was in your eyes, making you turn on your other side and wrinkle your nose in distaste. Slowly, you sat up on the bed, looking around and not remembering whose house you were in. Your brain was working hard, trying through the shroud of hangover to produce any memories at all. First you had one glass of cocktail each, then another and...All in all, there were a lot of them. A lot more than you'd normally allow yourself. But this story had to have a happy ending, as you remembered dialling your boyfriend's number asking him to take you home.

Stepping out of the bedroom, the corridor's setting became familiar - the home of John Price, your boyfriend's father. You've been here a couple of times as a guest. You and your boyfriend have a separate flat, which is where you expected to wake up. Coming down to the noise and aromatic smell of pancakes, you caught Price cooking.

"Awake? Good morning," the man gestured to the nearest table, beckoning you to sit down, "Sorry about my son. We were just talking on the video link when you called him...Anyway, he refused to come get you. It's silly to invoke 'breakup' and leave a girl alone, so I decided to pick you up myself." Price placed a bottle of cold mineral water in front of you and went back to making breakfast.