The Burial of Mickey Mouse: Part 24
Back to my bed-sitter after another of those evenings clutching each other on the sofa, I'm all wired up, impossible to go to sleep. I put my coat back on and go out again. It's past midnight, it's cold, it's crazy but I don't care. Walk down the dimly lit crescent of Primrose Gardens into England's Lane, cross over into Fellows Road then into Adelaide Road, keep walking. This is mad, go home. No, keep walking, reach my destination, tap quietly on the basement window.
"I knew you'd come back," he says, opening the door.