You hear a high-pitched voice telling you about their day at primary school. They've brought all their favourite things for show and tell, in their plastic Birkin bag.
In front of the Tesco, in front of school, someone on a bike snatches it all away.
As you come back to yourself you remember you're in the business of phone and bag snatching.
But where's your memory gone and how come you feel so sad?
(Select an option.)
1. Your beloved grandmother witnessed it all and hit you over the head with her very real Birkin bag.
2. You look down and hope for time to stop.
3. You undo your belt, dropping your tights on the plastic-wrapped sofa and pull down your white-red-heart boxers.
4. You look into the bag and see the strewn-about various items. The noxious fumes from multicoloured marker pens and the energy-drink rush blood into your head.