Mrs Cynthia Cooper struggled to sit up, looking around the darkened room with confusion, before she managed to make out a figure in the gloom.
The man slowly walked into the light.
“Well, it’s been a while since I was Billy, but yeah, it’s me.”
Mrs Cooper shook her head as she tried to think.
“I was… Some sort of party? Did I get a little… Tipsy?”
“Something like that. If you’ll just lie down again…”
She stared at her legs, or rather the wires and gears that made up her legs, before the compensation subroutine kicked in.