The lights in the hallway felt too bright. Ferris was amazed he’d made it to his door, having missed his stop on the train home and then forgotten to select a floor in the elevator. He’d worked late again, trying to focus against the hum of the janitor’s vacuum....

The moment Ferris awoke, he wished he hadn’t. Lead seemed to fill his skull — dull, heavy. His temples throbbed as he tried to remember what he’d done to deserve this, and how he had ended up fully clothed in bed. His shirt smelled like gasoline. No, it was...