Marigot Bay, St Lucia, present dayGuy groaned as he awoke, his head felt as if a herd of elephants had trampled on it. He got up shakily and stumbled through into the main cabin area, rubbing his eyes and looking around. That had been the strangest dream, he thought, almost as if it had actually happened. He saw Rose lying inert on the port side bench. “Wake up,” he said gently. “What time is it?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Eleven in the morning; I've never slept as deeply as that, it's as if we were...” Rose finished his sentence, her face aghast “Drugged!” she whispered. “I wonder.” Guy stumbled to the galley and looked for the glasses they had used. “That bottle of wine we drank, where's the bottle?” Rose looked around quickly the said, “Gone, totally gone, and the two glasses also.”
