Hot. Bothered. Sleepless. It’s times like these she’s driven to do slightly strange things – like taking a midnight dip in The Bay. Long accustomed to the fact that the water is far from tropical, she moves out toward the tiny fingernail moon, wincing with each centimeter as frigid water washes over burning skin. There’s only one solution to it really – all in. Plonk! She sits, and lets out a little squeak.