The apparent accident was a nonrandom event: someone carefully arranged it to happen when and where it did.

It was a breathless whisper from a porcelain goddess, pale cheeks accentuating striking blue eyes and glossy pink lips, full and parted with shallow breaths.

‘Stage fright? So? What are you babbling ′bout? You′re mad as a snake!’ ‘Ever since I was a kid. I was in the Christmas Pageant one year and flubbed my line.’ ‘What was your line?’ ‘I told you I flubbed it!’ he mouthed these words hysterically.

Her case is first documented in the world but doctors believe there could be more 'flurona' infections in the country.