If a chimpanzee drifted across the galaxy clutching a suitcase what would it contain? Is it ever a good idea to synthesise narcotics? Do things that glow in the dark glow in daylight? Reluctant musician and reality freak Steven has been banished to a mediaeval farmhouse. It's cold, it's wet, and it's Candlemas. Somewhere in the darkness there's a rave and two buses with stove pipe chimneys. Steven's fairly confident he's sussed the first question, the second's multi-choice, his girlfriend will explain the third - but the licensed-to-kill clone on the train? There's a mystery...