Simon Mollat woke up in the dunes of Arambol Beach, Goa, India with an agonizing hangover. The year was 2000 and the apocalypse was still a figment of collective imagination - the millennium celebration had lasted Simon for four consecutive months. A more enlightened soul would have enjoyed the sunrise, but not Simon. He was being pissed on by a stray dog, and somewhere in the back of his mind Pink Floyd wandered in and around his aching head. Is there anybody out there? Once he had been a promising young man from the land of the midnight sun. Current status? Man on the lam suffering from...