It was my voice shouting, but it seemed to come from someone else, from somewhere else, out of the mouth of a stranger. My voice had never seemed so foreign to me, so alien. In my confusion I was hardly in my own body at all, hardly experiencing what was happening before me, hardly feeling Steve collapse on my feet, his sweat and blood pouring down onto my naked legs. I was in a dream – that must be it! - a strange and surreal dream from which I could not wake up, however much I tried. The blood was everywhere – staining the carpet, staining my legs, staining the hem of my white silk dressing gown. “Steve – Steve, what happened?” My voice, still, but the voice of a stranger. “Steve, I'm going to call an ambulance, okay?” Danny's voice – calmer than my own – stern, soft, reliable, brought me back to myself. Steve looked up at me, still reeling, sweat slicking his red hair across his face, wobbling on his elbows. “That'll teach me to...to...to....girls...”
