Besides the huge welt on the back of my head, and the fuzzy feeling in my mouth, something was definitely wrong. For one thing, the room I was lying in was strange. The bed was strange, the lights were strange - even the telephone was strange. For another, there was a girl in the room. She was sitting on the window sill. She was wearing a slip. And she was nobody I knew.
While I tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, the door opened and two thugs walked in. "Wake up, Sunshine," the one I recognized rasped, "and say good morning - to Rome, Italy!"
Illustration by Robert McGinnis.