Athanasia woke suddenly, spitting water everywhere and feeling the urgent need to throw up. Gripping the sides of the tub, she leaned over the edge and hurled the water she had swallowed, plus her breakfast, into the water. With a long sigh, she sat back up, realizing that she was soaking wet. She was in a tub, but it wasn’t hers and it was moving but she wasn’t rowing. Confused, she looked back and saw an older man cutting through the waves with his oar.

“Who are you?” she asked a bit groggily. “And what am I doing in your tub?”