"Hey space-case - snap to it!" Magenta looked up to see Hilda, polished and squeaky clean, with her wild black hair shining and flying about like a night sky full of stars. Hilda was wearing a 50s linen dress, chains of beads, earrings, and some ceiling high stilettos. "Jump in the bath and make yourself decent - we're up for a night on the town!"

As she lay beneath the foaming lavender bubbles, Magenta smiled to herself. memories started flooding back, of banjos, of Simon and his crazy stories, and of a man called Micca, with his beetle eyebrows and wicked grin. It was as if she was remembering, another time, another place. Oak trees, a crowded house, a circle of women, and.. a black lion?? She gazed into the pattern of the soap suds and was amazed to see the sign of a pentagon forming in the bubbles.

What sort of a place is this she thought? and if I'm finding my old self again, who the hell am I?