Dreamaticus

I was in Barcelona for work with TPR, although what we were actually doing there was unclear. My main interest was the beach (which I had missed completely on my last visit), and spending time with various friends who were staying at our hotel. We often took breakfast with RG, BM, IS, and a drunk stranger called Graham. JC and her mother were also in residence. The former was busy adding to her collection of Japanese soft toys.

Things took a sinister turn when I learnt that the hotel was offering a generous babysitting service to young parents. No checks were made on the residents who volunteered to look after the babies and toddlers overnight, and now some of the children had gone missing. I suspected the man who ran around the hotel brandishing a table knife in a threatening manner.