He had been back in Chicago in fancy, in his own comfortable home.

Jessica had been arranging to go somewhere, and he had been talking with her about it.

This was so clear in his mind, that he was startled now by the contrast of this room.

He raised his head, and the cold, bitter reality jarred him into wakefulness.
"Guess I'd better get up," he said.
There was no water on this floor.

He put on his shoes in the cold and stood up, shaking himself in his stiffness.