It was a beautiful morning, but Brett Cameron was awakened with a feeling of violent distaste for the day. He got out of bed, put on his dressing gown, lit a cigarette and sat down in a chair. Then, leaning back, he addressed the empty room. He saw the bed that he would have to make himself, looked at the closet door and thought of the three excellent, but old, suits which hung there. All of the things that wouldn't be improving any time soon...