Nick can't sleep nights . . .
Maybe it's because he's forbidden a relaxing toke before bed; or perhaps it's a side-effect of Naloxyl, the trial drug he's taking to make ends meet. Of course, if his band, the Free Radicals, were a success, he wouldn't have to prostitute his body like this. And since Eric, his eco-warrior friend, has come to stay, things have certainly got a little strange. Not that his seventies-rock-chick girlfriend, Cairo, seems fazed by his problems. What really doesn't help, however, is that recently he seems able to pick up other people's thoughts. So, is it just his imagination or is someone really stalking him?