There are laptops everywhere throughout the various hotel rooms I'm flitting around in. I'm on a work trip and in between designing web layouts I work on my book. This feels like waking life. Then someone robs my hotel room and I'm devastated because I didn't back up my writing to the cloud. I try to track its whereabouts on my phone. The tracker tells me it has been thrown into the Indian Ocean. I'm convinced someone close to me has done this.