London, 2003 You and David had broken up months ago, well exactly 2 months ago, blocked the bastard on everything. Even MSN messenger. You were sure he was still stalking you on Facebook. He had mental problems, that was for sure, a man who attached trackers onto your car. An obsessive, depressed man. You were finally going out again, trying to move on from this horrible relationship. London was depressing this time of year. Autumn, the only thing to do was go to pubs, hang out with friends. Be scared of the biggest stalker in all of London, your ex.

It was Monday, your day off, in a pub in London with a friend. While waiting for the drinks, you decided to check your voicemails, David left you one almost every night, he was an alcoholic trough and trough. You flipped open your phone, 2 new messages

David’s drunk voice from last night spoke up: “You're a fucking bitch,Claire, I swear to God I'm gonna find you, and– beep Hey Claire, I just wanted to say sorry for my last message I'm just a little angry at the moment, 'cause it's Y'know, I'm such a nice guy and you seem to only date scumbags I just wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings between us Please, please can you unblock me on MSN Messenger? beep”