An hour later we are talking.

'I am Dion,' he says, angrily, and I say, 'I am Dani.'

'We are us,' he says, 'I have gone mad, lying with you, Dani. If I ever regain my mind...'

'What will you do?' I ask, and I feel him laugh, my mouth curves.

'I don't know. All right. Why will not get us anywhere, nor will how. What about, what are we going to do now?'

'I don't know. This has never happened to me before.'

'Ah.' I can hear him thinking. His mind is fascinating. All straight lines. He catches my thought and comments, 'You think in curves, in loops - it's all convoluted. Lateral. Strange.'

'You're just as strange to me.'

'Did you really want me that much, Dani?'

'Oh, yes.' I show him himself lying in my arms, and the glow of our heat.

'And I wanted you.'

I can see a landscape in our mind. He is standing there, holding out his arms. I embrace him and we laugh again.

'Well, I've probably just gone insane, but while we're here, we might as well enjoy it.'

'What do you want to do?'

'There is a number to phone. Ask for Hermoine and Leander. They know me.'

'Why should I do that?' I ask, nettled. I wanted his love forever, not an incubus giving me orders.

In response he shows me a picture so carnal that I catch my breath and make the call.