Going Home: Theme Of The Local Zero (Part 2 of 2)

So, I back away from the ledge I hadn't realised I was teetering over. I return to the lift and see that some stranger guy is holding the lift door open with his foot.

"Thank God. I hate to ride these things alone." he says.

I descend into the terminal hall and receive a phone call from my wife. She had met a bunch of Manchester United players and gone with them to their penthouse to play bridge.

"I'm just having one more drink before we have to get on that plane." she told me.

"Err. Fine. S'pose." I thought.