'Love it,' he mutters under his breath, as he holds the wheel locked out. It might not be as good as doing it at home, where there is - occasionally - the danger of other cars, or pedestrians, to add spice, but it's not bad.

He pulls the Cortina level, and hits the accelerator again, flooring it and shooting back up the next row. Here and there, the spaces for the cars seem a bit bigger, like there's unnecessary room around them. He registers it somewhere, but thinks nothing of it...right up until he hits the brakes and the car screams to an abrupt halt.

He doesn't move though, for a long few moments. He just stares forward, as if trying to decide what he should do.