I pull the chain on the lamp again, flicking it off. Then on again. Off. I listen for the splashing sounds from the bathroom that tell me Carrie is still alive in there – you hear about these things, you know, when someone full of vodka, and who knows what else, gets into a hot bath. Because she definitely had something last night. She was wild, her eyes rolling around in her head. It was worse than the night at the shamanic festival, and that’s saying something – although I was off my head then too, so it’s not the same. I hope that whatever it was she took, we can get past that now – I don’t want this to turn into one of those drug-fuelled trips that no one even remembers. There is such a lot that I want to remember. I flick the lamp back on again, then I go over to my bag and take out my phone.

Sam is on a beach. There’s a selfie of him and one of his stupid mates drinking out of coconut shells. I enlarge the photo, looking for girls, and don’t see any in close proximity. I click on the comments. ‘Top night, bro.’ ‘Sundowners at the Kiki Club, girls are HOT.’ There are a series of blazing-sun emojis on that one. I toss my phone onto my bed, and ball my hands into fists. Screw you, Sam. You predictable tosser.

I’m poking around in Carrie’s bag, getting ready to have a look at her laptop, when I hear the click of the bathroom door unlocking and have to quickly rethink my plans. She comes out wrapped in a towel and smelling of something sickly and floral.

‘Not sure what the shower gel is meant to be but I think I smell better than I did before I went in. My clothes are absolutely reeking. I’m soaking them in the bath. Want to chuck yours in?’ Finally she spots what I’ve been doing. ‘Oh … what’re you—’

‘Thought you looked tired,’ I say, sliding a silky top onto one of the few hangers in the wardrobe. ‘I was just unpacking for you. I know you packed in a bit of a hurry this morning…’

Her eyes flash with something that might be annoyance, but then her shoulders sag and I know I’ve got away with it. ‘Thanks, V. I am bloody tired. I felt myself drifting off in the bath, but I didn’t want to be in there all night. You must be desperate for a wash too. Listen, thanks again for this. I think I’ll just lie down for a bit, while you’re in there. I think I’ve even gone past hunger.’