Carmel and I were getting married and it was the day before. The wedding was happening on a rented island off the English coast. She was already there, having departed by ship, but I am very late getting on my way. I had to run all around this giant maze of a house finding pieces of my attire. Different groups of people lived in different parts of the house and each of them, intentionally or not, contributed obstacles to my finishing with the clothes. James Sime showed up with a girlfriend in tow, someone he had just met somewhere. He wanted to know if I wanted to share her. I told him to enjoy without me so they headed downstairs as I found my socks. Someone threw up on the stairs and I needed to get past without getting the socks nasty. Another part of the house was being used as a sort of "voyeur-dorm", a dozen naked girls fooling around in front of web cams in a jacuzzi, trying to get me to stay and trying to splash bubblebath bubbles on my suit. I dodged around them and out the other side, intent on finding my tie...