Lester had never flown a plane before, but Captain Grant Farrel had. He’d piloted for over thirty-five years before he died.
A violent storm rages against Lester’s plane, throwing it about with reckless abandon. But Lester wasn’t worried. Captain Grant has been through far worse. It’s just a matter of remembering what to do, and the pill makes that part easy.

In a heaving nightclub, two people who have never met lock eyes as they drop and remember meeting each other for the first time.
Blurred images of tangled limbs and awkward kisses are punctuated by the sweet smell of sweat and gasps of pleasure. The sex was good; the pill told them so. Do it again.

Mrs Miller did not spend her last three years as prey to an abusive husband. Instead, she chose to travel the world. She saw places she once only dreamed of, had a whirlwind love affair. She never had a child and she is not a mother. She tells this to the little boy who sits crying at the foot of her bed, the chalky taste of the pill still on her tongue.