"Go to college," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. It is fun, actually - that is, until a classmate gets a little too carried away during a demonstration and shoves you headfirst out a third-story window. You wake up with your phone in one hand, some money in the other, and a rather attractive, rather familiar cabbie awaiting payment. All this would be grand, of course, if you had any idea where the hell you are. You could also do without the on-again, off-again migraines and nausea, and - holy mint chocolate chip, is that Benedict Cumberbatch?