He had a sort of ritual before he flew. He sit in his seat and listen to music. Before he wouldn't drink any coffee, and just some water. He had to make sure he peed before. And that he had snacks with him. Even if he didn't eat anything, it...

He had thrown out everything. The computers and all it took three days. He'd walk around London, going from the south to the north. He started in Elephant and Castle, a strange mix, people told him it was dangerous but everyone was friendly. He'd broken the computer into take out...

It seemed like there was probably a British equivalent. Or to go home he’d have to go to space first. But he couldn’t find anything about it. He tried the dark web he tried everything. 

All he could find were the articles that women wrote about it. It almost seemed...

His drinking buddy had returned. From the brightly lit hall he emerged swaying back and forth. 

“I bring you flowers in the pouring rain.”

“Ohhhh my dayyyssss it’s youuuu my angel.”

Jack couldn’t speak he was stunned felt like he had died and gone to heaven. The lights around him made everything...

The tube lights in that moment were blinding.  He had come down there to escape the light outside. 

The grey morning turned into a sunny afternoon. And he wasn’t ready for it. Maybe he was still jet lagged. Or something. 

He was walking through the tunnel on his way to...

From the center of all this movement all these people he felt like he could imagine different strands of his life. Playing all at once. 

Moving through all these people going to different places he imagined himself following one of them. If he wanted he could follow any of them....

There wasn’t much to say to her. He didn’t know why he called her. He was too drunk maybe. The realisation of what had just happened was also settling in while he was winning there had to be some people losing. While he was careful he was only so good...

He wasn’t his normal self there. There were all sorts of lights and accents and people moving this way and that. Even on a side street people used areas to piss and get drunk. 

Everywhere he turned it felt like houses would be pubs. Even the costs were rising. Nothing though...

He heard the voice of his coach in his ear. His old coach didn’t care so much for excuses he only cared about goals and winning. He always told him to be aggressive that’s how you win. Just be aggressive. Take it all the way home he’d say. Where home...

“Never heard of a place like that man. Indiana. Mishigan, mmmeeeeschigan.”

“That’s crazy sounding ting. Like some weird movie.”

He was at a pub now, he had pumped his coin and made probably enough to have a story not what he wanted but a story. 

“You want another one?”

He asked the guy...