He just looks down on where her where she leans, the bottle suddenly heavy in his hand.

What can he say? That he still thinks it's bollocks but it's OK really, because she's just mental enough to believe it. As long as he accepts her private insanity, then they can function perfectly well.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out her voice recorder. It's been a while since he listened to that last tape and he refuses to dwell on why a lot of it is hazy to him - must be the drinking, he's being doing a lot of that. But he remembers some of it.


'You said a bloke was after you. Why didn' you tell me?'