I'm not sure why but the nurse has pressed herself against me very closely. She stares into my eyes, I can feel her breath on my face. Oh, we're moving, reeeeally slowly, gliding across the floor. Are we wearing roller-skates? I think we are. I watch the corridor slowly drift by. 'Would you like to grab a coffee?' she asks in a surprisingly broad Scottish accent. I know I should get back to the shop but find myself saying, 'Sure.' We separate to walk down the stairs (I look at my feet, there are no roller-skates). The stairs end in a rocky outcrop, we have to scramble to the edge where some rough-looking men are on their break. Oh right, we're sharing their coffee. Nice. As I sip I stare out at the clouds and wonder where the hell I am.