Waking up, I don’t recognise the room or its contents. The only sound is the mains hum from various electrical appliances. The clock on the wall shows 3:23 and nothing more.
I quietly open the door and glance into an unfamiliar hall; all other doors are closed. There are no windows to check if it’s day or night.
Which door leads to the toilet? I’m going to need it soon, but I’m reluctant to break the near-silence of the house by flushing the cistern, even if I find it.
I notice my coat, but nothing triggers my memory. I’m lost…again.