Mr Paul never had trouble sleeping, but the pill took him there quickly and deeply. Deep into a maelstrom of voices and images, it was almost overwhelming, and he felt seasick. He had to concentrate until he found an image to focus on; a Chinese woman, Soo-Li, smiled as she sat astride a large black horse, trotting through a meadow. As he stared on, she reacted to his presence.
‘Who are you? And where did you come from?’ Soo-Li was clearly dreaming but this felt real.
‘You see me and hear me, so does it matter who I am?’ Mr Paul was suddenly a fan of the trip.
‘This is different, this is wrong.’ Soo-Li sensed that something was not as it should be, she felt Mr Paul’s presence.
‘When you wake, ask the desk for Ted Carter. Tell him Mr Paul wants the room for another night. Do you underst
