After Ms Campbell and Nickey found Schuey in the boot, they called social services and you were both placed in different homes. Schuey hated his, and you couldn’t handle being separated.

You were sat in the hallways when Schuey came over to you. Sometimes he was a dick, taking your phone, being generally annoying. But he cared about you, and you cared about him.

Schuey: “I’m saving. Got 40 quid, we can go, get out of here.”