If a chimpanzee drifted across the galaxy clutching a suitcase what
would it contain?
Is it ever a good idea to synthesise narcotics?
Do things that glow in the dark glow in daylight?
Reluctant musician and reality freak Steven has been banished to a
mediaeval farmhouse. It's cold, it's wet, and it's Candlemas. Somewhere
in the darkness there's a rave and two buses with stove pipe chimneys.
Steven's fairly confident he's sussed the first question, the second's
multi-choice, his girlfriend will explain the third - but the
licensed-to-kill clone on the train? There's a mystery...