I felt strangely alone and strangely vulnerable in that seat behind the steering wheel. Strangely human, in the face of being so cold. And strangely like I wanted to be sitting back in that train seat with the freckle-faced girl sitting opposite. One day without her, and I was feeling it – void of my one flash of fantasy in the grey. I needed it. Needed her. Needed that flare of light in my own deteriorating reality.
