I’m mentally preparing myself for work when my mind’s overtaken by the clop clop clop of somebody’s boots. I look around. She’s wearing the Little Black Dress, holding hands with Jeans and Trucker Cap Boy, a cigarette behind his left ear. Overtaking them, I swing through the doctor’s section of the hospital carpark. Somebody’s listening to opera in their (expensive) car, the soprano nearly blocking the sounds of the boots.