He opened his eyes. They were instantly sore. So was his head. So was his crotch. He got up. There were two doors ahead of him, and before that a desk. A man came through the doorway on the right, sat on the desk and spoke.
“Here’s your key and your food-card. There’s £5 on the card to get you started. Please take the door on the right.”
Giant Michael felt naked. Giant Michael went through the doorway on the right into a room with brown walls and a mirror at the far end. Giant Michael was naked. Straight away he was jealous of snails. Every time you can’t be bothered with someone, he thought, just get inside your shell. Giant Michael would probably spend half his life inside his shell if he had one.